That Is My Only Fault

Dr. Maya stood at the entrance of the emergency room, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted her stethoscope. It was her first day working under Dr. Adrian, and she couldn't shake the sense of unease in her chest. She had worked with many doctors in the past, but none of them had the same effect on her as Dr. Adrian.

The man was a mystery. A consultant with years of experience, known for his sharp mind and unwavering dedication to his patients. His presence commanded respect-he was everything Maya aspired to be one day. But there was something else.

Dr. Adrian wasn't just her mentor. He was also her husband. A secret she had carefully hidden from everyone, even from the people she worked closest with. They had married under the most complicated of circumstances, a marriage forged in silence, away from prying eyes and gossip. No one knew about them-not their colleagues, not their friends, and especially not the hospital staff.

Maya's heart pounded in her chest as she walked into the bustling emergency room, her eyes scanning the patients being rushed in and out. She had to focus. She had to forget the tension that simmered beneath the surface every time their eyes met.

"Dr. Maya," a voice interrupted her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. It was Dr. Adrian, his voice calm yet authoritative. "You'll be assisting me in surgery today. Prepare the instruments and scrub in."

Maya nodded quickly, her stomach doing a nervous flip. She had trained for years, but nothing could prepare her for the anxiety of working side by side with the man she secretly called her husband.

They had kept their marriage a secret from the very start. Their decision wasn't based on love-not initially. It had been a strategic move, one that had been driven by personal reasons, a binding contract between two people who had their own complex motives. Their marriage had never been about romance, or at least, not in the way most people would think.