Keep Your Millions, Doctor. I’m DONE. Chapter 06

Keep Your Millions, Doctor. I’m DONE. Chapter 06

“You’re a doctor and you didn’t even know your own wife was pregnant?”

“She was early term and already in poor shape by the time she came in.”

The doctor was Preston’s senior colleague, Dr. Meredith Shaw-a surgeon with far more skill than

him.

She scanned Jennifer’s chart and shook her head in frustration.

“Lost the baby. And the kidney donation she had-that’s made it very unlikely she’ll carry again.”

Preston went pale. “Jennifer had a kidney donation? That’s impossible.”

Dr. Shaw’s frown deepened. “There’s a clear surgical scar on her lower back. That’s from a nephrectomy. You didn’t know?”

“Preston, how do you not know something this huge about your own wife? What kind of husband

are you?”

Preston opened his mouth but couldn’t form words.

He wanted to explain-that Jennifer had been fighting with him for three years.

That she barely slept in their bed anymore, just holed up in that little nursery.

That the Jennifer who used to chatter endlessly about everything had vanished.

She rarely smiled. She barely left the house.

At first, Preston had felt guilty. But guilt fades.

He got tired of it. He just wanted to breathe a little.

So he’d fallen back into Wendy’s orbit.

Once he had something to compare against, he stopped caring about Jennifer’s moods.

He wasn’t guilty anymore-just scared of getting caught.

Scared she’d lose it again and blow up everyone’s life.

But he’d never realized how much he’d actually missed.

His throat tightened. “Can I see her? I need to see her.”

Dr. Shaw sighed. “She left. Refused to stay, no matter what we said.”

“She asked me to give you a message.”

Preston’s eyes lit up with desperate hope.

“What did she say?”

Dr. Shaw’s expression hardened. “She said you don’t have to sign the divorce papers, A

twelve-month separation is enough for no-fault divorce here.”

“Preston, what the hell did you do to a woman who loved you that completely?”

Preston swayed on his feet. A wave of grief and regret crashed over him, choking him.

He slid down the wall, covering his face, looking broken in the middle of the bustling hospital.

After a long silence, he croaked, “I don’t know. I really don’t know what I did.”

Dr. Shaw hesitated. “There’s something else. About your new baby.”

“Wendy brought the child in for shots-but she also ran a DNA test.”

“Only she didn’t test against you. She tested against your father.”

She paused, awkward. “The report says your father is the biological father.”

Preston crumpled to the floor like he’d been struck.

It took him a long time to push himself up against the wall.

His phone buzzed relentlessly.

He saw Wendy’s name on the screen and answered.

“Preston, you’d better come back. Your dad’s getting upset, and the baby’s asking for you.”

Her voice was sweet and coy-the tone that used to make him drop everything and run.

Now it made him nauseous.

His voice went cold. “Isn’t the baby’s father already there with you? Why do you need me?”

“Wendy, I’ll deal with you when I’m ready. You and that old man of mine can wait.”