Just A Plus-Size Ugly Woman Nah She's His Unreachable Queen

OLIVIA

I was trembling all over as I stared at the man inside the consultation room, fear crashing over me like a storm.

"A cheap, fat girl like that? I would never date her."

That was what he had said to his friends after a one-night stand.

Now, he had become my daughter's doctor-Dr. Noah Ezekiel Morgan.

The woman he had despised had given birth to his daughter.

He knew nothing about what happened afterward. Seven years had passed since the last time we met, and I had never imagined I would run into him again.

As if fate were mocking me, he was now the very heart specialist assigned to treat my daughter.

I bit down on my lower lip. Should I turn around and leave immediately? I glanced at the little hand holding mine. My daughter looked up at me, confusion filling her eyes. I forced a smile and shook my head, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay.

I thought I had already run far enough.

Three months ago, I moved with Hannah from Hanover, New Hampshire, to Manhattan. Not because we liked the noise or the chaos, but because I had no other choice.

In Hanover, I had lived with the shadows of my past for far too long. The town was so small that even changing my hairstyle could become gossip at the church lunch table-let alone raising a child "without a father."

I wanted better medical resources for my daughter. And I wanted a chance to start over.

Manhattan was expensive, loud, and cruel-but no one knew me here. I no longer had to endure pointing fingers or fake smiles with my uncle's acquaintances. I now worked as an advertising sales rep at a Manhattan ad agency, earning just enough to scrape by.

When Dr. Smith suggested transferring Hannah to the city's top cardiac specialist-Dr. Harrison-I believed it marked the beginning of our turnaround.

That was, until I stood at the doorway of this office and saw that familiar back.

I was here today for my daughter's appointment. My six-year-old, Hannah, was born with congenital heart disease caused by premature birth. To ensure her condition was closely monitored, I had been bringing her in for regular checkups.

Dr. Smith, who had cared for Hannah since birth, recommended consulting Dr. Harrison-a renowned cardiologist and the director of Palo Alto Medical Center. According to his latest evaluation, my daughter needed surgery.

Just hearing the name of the hospital where Dr. Harrison worked told me I would need a huge sum of money to cover the procedure. But I didn't care how much it cost-as long as it could save my daughter's life.

After we arrived at the hospital, the nurse told me Dr. Harrison was out of town and recommended Dr. Morgan, who had just returned from overseas. She explained that Dr. Morgan was Dr. Harrison's favorite student and held both an MD and a PhD. After hearing his credentials, I agreed.

Who could