The Doctor's Ten - Year Lie

The champagne bubbles tickled my nose as I took another sip, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in my stomach. Everyone kept telling me this was the happiest day of my life—my wedding day. The reception hall glowed with soft pink lights, flowers cascading from every surface, and the faces of our guests beamed with genuine joy as they raised their glasses to toast us.

"To Dr. Henrik O'Brien and his beautiful bride Amelia," someone called out. "The man who saved her life!"

I smiled politely, though the words sent a strange ripple through me. Saved my life. Yes, Henrik had rescued me from that terrible place ten years ago. He'd been my rock, my savior, my everything since then.

"You look radiant," Henrik whispered, his hand warm against the small of my back. His blue eyes sparkled with what looked like genuine love. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Just a little dizzy," I admitted. "I think I've had too much champagne."

He kissed my forehead. "Why don't you take a break? I've had the hotel arrange for my therapy office to be available if you need some quiet time."

That was Henrik—always thinking of me, always anticipating my needs. He'd arranged everything for today, down to the smallest detail. I nodded gratefully and slipped away from the reception, my white gown trailing behind me as I walked through the elegant hotel corridors.

The hallway to Henrik's temporary office was quieter, the sounds of celebration fading with each step. I needed just a moment alone to collect myself, to process the overwhelming emotions of the day.

As I approached the familiar door of his office, I heard something that made me freeze. A soft moan, followed by Henrik's voice—intimate, husky in a way I'd never heard before.

"—never really loved her, not like this."

My hand hovered over the doorknob, suddenly unwilling to turn it. But through the slight crack in the door, I could see them—Henrik on his therapy couch, his shirt unbuttoned, and Sage Vargas, my young assistant, straddling him. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders.

"You're the only one who truly understands me," Henrik murmured, his hands gripping Sage's hips. "Amelia is just damaged goods I molded into what I needed—she was never really capable of genuine love after what happened to her."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled backward, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"She's so fragile," Sage laughed softly. "So easily manipulated. It's almost too easy."

I couldn't bear to hear more. I turned and fled down the hallway, my wedding dress rustling behind me like a wounded animal. I found a bathroom and locked myself in a stall, my knees hitting the floor as I vomited violently into the toilet.

Damaged goods. Molded into what I needed. The words echoed in my mind as I gripped the toilet seat, trying to steady myself.

Ten years. Ten years of marriage,