The Unwanted Wife is A Genius Doctor

Chapter 3 A Sudden Realization

For a moment, a crisp, cedar-like scent enveloped her.

The flash of an elegant watch caught her eye, followed by the hands that had examined her earlier in the day, now lifting her gently.

James watched as Lavinia kissed him through her tears, a strange tightness gripping his heart. Without a word, he adjusted the car seat backrest and deepened the kiss.

Her technique was clumsy at best, but James easily took the lead, leaving her utterly defenseless. Shadows intertwined in the car as emotions ran high.

When Lavinia broke down into a full sob, James abruptly stopped.

"Lavinia," he said in a low voice, "there's no need to force yourself. I'm not interested in coercion."

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "I'm sorry..."

James placed her back in the passenger seat, reaching for a coat from the back to drape over her.

It took a while for her to calm down. By the time her breathing steadied, the coat had already been repurposed as a tissue.

"I... lost my composure."

The cool night air slipped in through a c***k in the window, and the alcohol in her system began to wear off.

James buckled her seatbelt before starting the car again.

"It's okay. Considering you just found out your husband is both a cheater and you're battling cancer, crying is the least of what anyone would do."

Lavinia froze, her expression clearly questioning how he knew.

James caught her confusion and smiled faintly. "You were murmuring in your sleep."

The car eased out of the garage, the red light at the intersection forcing them to a stop. James rested his arm on the steering wheel, his tone casual yet detached.

"As your doctor, I can assure you that behavior like this won't affect your treatment. However, next time, you might want to... handle it in a more sanitary environment."

Lavinia's face darkened as she turned her gaze to the distant city lights.

Following her instructions, James soon arrived at her friend, Rachel Cole's apartment building.

Only after Rachel helped her upstairs did his car disappear into the night.

Halfway up the steps, Lavinia froze. She realized James's coat was still draped around her shoulders.

When she turned to look back, the sleek black car had already vanished into the dark.

Back in the apartment, Lavinia curled up on the couch.

Rachel broke the silence first.

"My dear, you finally came to your senses and stopped clinging to that rotten cucumber of a man?"

Rachel had been her modeling agent at Jes Corp years ago. Their deep friendship had persisted through thick and thin.

Pushing her glasses up, Rachel spoke earnestly, "I've been warning you for ages. Ever since Charlotte weaseled her way into Jes, she's been sneaking into Lucas's office constantly. Every time, she'd lock the door and stay in there for over half an hour. Who knows what shady things they've been up to?"

Lavinia buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled when she finally replied, "I've already told Lucas I want a divorce."

Rachel froze mid-motion, the warm milk in her hands momentarily forgotten. "Are you serious?"

Taking the milk, Lavinia choked back tears. "I should've realized it long ago. Lucas never loved me. Even the scarf he gave me was a freebie from the dress he bought Charlotte."

Rachel let out a long sigh. "You gave up so much for that man. You passed on your medical PhD, turned down a management position at your family's company, and became a model just to make him proud. Then, when you finally made a name for yourself in the modeling world, you handed your career to Charlotte because of that jerk... If you'd just stayed true to yourself back then, who knows how many men would be crazy about you now!"

Lavinia stayed silent.

Seeing her like this, Rachel softened her tone.

After a moment, Rachel smacked her leg as if struck by an idea. "Your family business might take time to reclaim, but you can still return to medicine! Don't forget, your old mentor reached out last year, saying it was a shame to see your talent go to waste!"

Lavinia let out a bitter laugh.

"I turned him down back then. He probably wouldn't want me back now."

Rachel crossed her arms, unconvinced. "How do you know if you don't try?"

*****

The next morning, hen Lavinia opened her eyes, her head still ached faintly.

The apartment was quiet, a sign that Rachel had left for work hours ago.

After breakfast, her fingers absently brushed against the luxurious coat lying beside her. She could tell by the material and craftsmanship that it was expensive—definitely worth a small fortune.

And yet, last night, she had used it as a tissue...

Putting it down, she caught a whiff of its crisp scent, mingled with a faint trace of antiseptic.

Rachel's words from the previous night lingered in her mind. Return to medicine?

After hesitating for a long time, Lavinia decided to reach out to her former mentor.

She sent a tentative text and was surprised when he responded almost immediately, inviting her to meet that day. His message was filled with regret over her departure and enthusiasm for her potential return.

This was the man who had personally guided her through research and co-authored papers with her. She had let him down.

Determined, Lavinia packed her things and informed Rachel before heading to his home.

Stepping out of the car, Lavinia was taken aback. The address led her to the most exclusive neighborhood in the city, a haven for the ultra-wealthy.

A housekeeper was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing her, the woman greeted her warmly.

"Ms. Westwood, sir has been expecting you. He's on his way back from the research lab. Please make yourself comfortable in the study while I prepare some coffee."

Lavinia smiled politely, a hint of unease in her voice. "Thank you, that's very kind."

The house was vast, and Lavinia found herself wandering a bit before locating the study.

Without thinking, she pushed open the door to a room with its light on—only to freeze in place at the sight before her.

James stood there, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. His toned, muscular torso gleamed faintly under the light.

Lavinia's mind went blank.

'James? What on earth is he doing here?'