Dr. Albright Humiliated His Pregnant Wife in Divorce Court — She Walked Away with Nothing, But Took His Medical Empire with Her
Armed with the knowledge of the patient ID tag’s significance, Elara felt a renewed sense of vigilance, a quiet strength settling over her. The daily visits to her obstetrician, Dr. Lee, were now more than just routine prenatal care; they were a sanctuary from Marcus’s relentless world.
One afternoon, during a check-up, Dr. Lee’s cheerful demeanor shifted slightly. She guided me to an examination room, her expression becoming more serious.
“Elara,” Dr. Lee began, her voice soft but firm, “I need to discuss something with you. It’s regarding your medical records.”
My heart instantly leaped into my throat. Had Marcus found another way to invade my privacy?
“Is everything alright?” I asked, my hand instinctively going to my belly. Leo gave a reassuring kick.
“Physically, you and baby are doing wonderfully,” Dr. Lee assured me, offering a comforting smile. “This is a matter of professional ethics and your privacy.”
She then revealed that Dr. Serena Chen had discreetly attempted to access my medical records. My blood ran cold.
“Dr. Chen contacted us last week,” Dr. Lee explained, her brow furrowed. “She identified herself as a ‘concerned colleague’ of your husband, stating she had heard about ‘potential pregnancy complications’ and was ‘checking in’ on your well-being.”
Serena Chen. The woman who smirked beside Marcus in the courtroom. His ambitious business partner. She wasn’t just gloating; she was actively trying to dig up dirt.
“She used very specific medical terminology,” Dr. Lee continued, “suggesting a detailed knowledge of your previous medical history, which raised a red flag for my staff. We, of course, refused her access. Patient confidentiality is paramount here.”
The audacity of it was sickening. Serena wasn’t just a passive player in Marcus’s scheme; she was an active participant, a willing instrument in his campaign to discredit me. Her feigned concern was a thin veil over a malicious intent.
I felt a surge of cold fury. This wasn’t just a professional slight; it was a deeply personal invasion. To use my pregnancy, my most vulnerable state, as leverage, was a new low.
“She was trying to find something, wasn’t she?” I asked, the words tight in my throat. “Something to use against me, against my fitness as a mother.”
Dr. Lee nodded gravely. “That was certainly our interpretation of her persistence. It was highly unethical, Elara. And frankly, quite disturbing.”
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. Serena wasn’t merely Marcus’s mistress; she was his co-conspirator. Her ambition, coupled with Marcus’s ruthlessness, made them a formidable and dangerous team.
Dr. Lee assured me that all my records were fully secured and that she had already filed an internal report about the attempted breach. “We take patient privacy very seriously, Elara,” she emphasized. “You are safe here.”
Her words were comforting, but the image of Serena, cunning and opportunistic, attempting to pry into my most private medical details, left a bitter taste in my mouth. My growing unease about Serena had now solidified into outright distrust.
I thought of her smirking face in the courtroom, oblivious to the quiet storm I had unleashed. She had underestimated me then, and she was underestimating me now.
This attack was not just a legal maneuver; it was a psychological weapon. It aimed to make me feel exposed, vulnerable, and alone.
But it had the opposite effect. It fueled my resolve.
Marcus and Serena were a united front in their corruption, and I knew now that they would both have to face the consequences. The fight had become even more personal, even more urgent.
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