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Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 1099    |    Released on: 19/01/2026

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n plaques in the lobby, usually associated with generic "Consulting Groups"

his shoulders. The robe gaped slightly, revealing a jagged, pale scar

quiet. "I wake up to a strange woman holding a razo

finger at Jeanine. "Dr. McIntosh. She's... she's incompete

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s pleading with her to be the scapegoat. "

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adows of the corner. Jeanine hadn't even noticed h

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Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband
Misdiagnosis in andrology, My Billionaire Husband
“I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming. Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped. "I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?" He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building. My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die. I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose. I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit. "Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession. I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.”