Thirty Days To Marry: The Doctor's Escape

Author: Zi Ya

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 928 | Released on: 22/01/2026

them closed, trying to bargain with her own physiology, but the sunlight slicing through the blinds was relentless. It wasn't the s

the guest

ngling around her legs, and fumbled blindly for her phone on the nightstand. She needed to check the time. Sh

the device. She brought it to her face

reen. It was from a messaging app she rarely used, encry

ugh name, the German equivalent of Smith, but this specific person was a complete blank. Her thumb hovered over the screen,

ocked t

roposal. Let's

ying to pierce the fog of the hangover. Last night. Aunt Rosa's cramped apartment in

ars, mija. You're thirty. No ring. No hou

ablet. My neighbor's grandson. Carleton. Good boy. Boring job, some kind of actuary with nu

the message. She had been angry, her thumbs flying over the keypad with a vindictive

e, let's just marry. I'm a doctor.

the screen n

runched numbers for a living while she stitched up patients at St. Augustine's. She couldn't marry a stranger. She

flew across

I was drunk. P

sound was distinct-heavy heels striking the marble

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t wasn't a request. It wasn't a greeting. It was a command, shoute

humb hovered over

e in; he just rattled it to make sure she wa

room. It was the sound of her last eight year

phone. At the strange

talk about his portfolio, about the charity gala, about how Delisa was just a "friend" who need

't send the

irty days.

hard clarity of survival. She pressed the backspace key, deleting the apo

d a new

One

before she

rked as delive

grounding her. She walked to the en-suite bathroom and splashed freezing water on her face. She looked at her reflection.

elled again, his

didn't rush. For the first time in years, her hea

knob. She took a deep breath, inhaling the stale air of t

ened t

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Thirty Days To Marry: The Doctor's Escape

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“I was Ethan Dejesus's "glorified roommate" for eight long years. Even though I was a successful doctor, I lived in the guest room of his luxury penthouse and spent my mornings making his coffee like a servant while waiting for a ring that was never coming. The breaking point came when Ethan forced me to give his mistress, Delisa, a medical exam in the VIP wing of my own hospital. He didn't just want to break my heart; he wanted to destroy my professional dignity in front of the woman he was cheating with. During a paparazzi swarm at his estate, a heavy camera lens hit me in the temple, leaving me bleeding on the floor. Ethan didn't even flinch. He stepped over my body to protect Delisa, making sure he looked like a hero for the cameras while I struggled to stand. That night, I overheard him laughing at a bar, telling his friends I was like a "stray dog" that would always crawl back for scraps no matter how much he starved me. When I finally stood up to him, he shoved me out of his SUV onto a dark highway in the middle of a rainstorm and threw my purse into the mud. I walked for miles in the freezing rain, only to get home and find Delisa already moved into the penthouse, sitting at my vanity and wearing my clothes. "You'll be back in a week when the money runs out," he laughed as I packed my only suitcase. "You're a nobody from Queens. You have nothing without me." I looked at the man I had loved for nearly a decade and realized the woman who worshipped him was dead. He had murdered her on that highway, and he didn't even care. I blocked his number, dropped my key card on the floor, and walked out into the night without looking back. I wasn't going to be his "stray dog" anymore. I was heading to a small house in the suburbs to meet Carleton Schmitt-a total stranger I had agreed to marry in a moment of drunken desperation who was now my only way out.”