Celebrity Plastic Surgeon Husband Forced Me into a Televised Natural Birth as Punishment, Until a Fateful Glitch Exposed His Cruelty
Away from the blinding lights and the staged drama of the delivery room, Asher paced a small, utilitarian waiting area. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee. He clutched his phone, the text message from Cassidy still fresh in his mind: “the delayed deal for Sienna’s new fragrance line.”
His gut tightened with an unfamiliar sense of dread. Julian’s insistence on the natural birth had already felt wrong, a cruel twist of the knife. Now, with the hint of financial sabotage, a much darker picture began to emerge.
He discreetly called one of his old contacts, a tenacious investigative reporter he knew from his own brief stint in entertainment PR. Asher spoke in coded language, carefully avoiding specific names or details that could be traced. He asked about any recent buzz surrounding “new talent” trying to make a splash in the celebrity doctor circuit, particularly those with connections to prominent figures.
The reporter promised to make some inquiries, her curiosity piqued by Asher’s unusual urgency. He hung up, his gaze sweeping the empty hallway. This entire situation felt like a carefully constructed trap.
He thought back to the infamous charity gala incident, the event Julian had used to turn public opinion so decisively against Sienna. Cassidy, Julian’s niece and intern, had claimed Sienna publicly humiliated her, allegedly brushing her off with a snide remark about her amateur photography skills. Julian had then publicly defended Cassidy, framing Sienna as volatile and unprofessional, fresh out of rehab.
Cassidy had played the victim perfectly, her tearful social media posts going viral. Julian had amplified her story, painting Sienna as ungrateful and aggressive. The public, always eager for drama, had devoured it. Sienna, still fragile from her own past struggles, had been unable to properly defend herself against the torrent of accusations.
Now, Asher remembered Cassidy’s overly dramatic reaction during the gala, her performance of hurt. He recalled her rapid rise to a minor social media influencer almost immediately after the incident, leveraging her “victim” status and connection to Dr. Julian Reed. It had seemed like opportunistic self-promotion at the time.
But what if it wasn’t just opportunism? What if it was a setup?
He frowned, running a hand through his hair. Julian’s possessiveness over Sienna’s career, his thinly veiled disdain for her independence, had always been present. But this level of manipulation, tying her labor to a financial scheme, was truly sickening.
Asher knew Sienna’s comeback was everything to her. She had poured her heart and soul into a new album, secured promising endorsement deals, all of it a lifeline after her bankruptcy. For Julian to deliberately jeopardize that was a betrayal of the deepest kind.
He pictured Julian’s face in the delivery room, so calm, so authoritative, even as Sienna writhed in pain. It was a chilling tableau, a predator observing his prey. The thought made his stomach churn.
He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through Cassidy’s public social media profiles. Her feed was a carefully curated collection of glamorous photos, motivational quotes, and subtle plugs for Julian’s practice. Every post emphasized her connection to “Uncle Julian,” portraying him as her mentor and savior.
One post, in particular, caught his eye. It was a selfie of Cassidy and Julian, taken at a red carpet event just weeks before the charity gala. Cassidy was beaming, clinging to Julian’s arm, her caption gushing about “learning from the best.” It seemed innocent enough, but now, a subtle shift in perspective made him uneasy. It looked less like an intern admiring her mentor and more like a rival staking her claim.
He remembered Sienna mentioning a minor disagreement with Julian around that time, something about him being overly controlling of her creative choices for the fragrance line. Sienna had dismissed it as typical Julian behavior, but now, it felt like a precursor.
Could Cassidy have been actively involved in Julian’s schemes even then? Was she a willing participant, or merely a pawn? The text message suggested a deeper collaboration. A “delayed deal” wasn’t just passive sabotage; it required active interference.
Asher closed his eyes, piecing together the fragments. Cassidy’s sudden appearance as an “intern,” her immediate public drama with Sienna, Julian’s fierce defense of his niece, and now the explicit mention of a sabotaged contract. It was all too convenient, too perfectly orchestrated.
He had always tried to protect Sienna, but her fame made her vulnerable, a constant target. This time, the threat was coming from within her own home, from the man who swore to love and protect her. The betrayal was insidious, hidden beneath layers of public adoration and professional respectability.
He thought of Sienna’s face in the delivery room, pale and strained. She had looked at him, her eyes wide with a dawning terror, a plea for help he now understood was far more profound than just the physical pain of childbirth. He had to uncover the truth, not just for Sienna’s career, but for her peace of mind, for her very survival.
His contact texted him back. “Nothing concrete on new talent, but heard whispers about Dr. Reed pushing one of his interns for a reality show spin-off. Sounds ambitious.”
Asher’s jaw clenched. An ambitious intern, desperate for fame. Cassidy. It all fit. He felt a surge of cold fury. This wasn’t just about Julian punishing Sienna; it was about Cassidy capitalizing on it, climbing over Sienna’s suffering for her own gain. The misunderstanding of Cassidy’s initial “snub” was giving way to a much darker truth: calculated manipulation.
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