My Billionaire is A Gynecologist

When Amanda Brooks went to the hospital to pick up her health check-up results, she happened to run into her husband, Ryan Brooks, wrapping his arm around a woman's waist as they walked into the obstetrics department next door. The woman's belly was slightly swollen, showing she was at least three months pregnant, and her face glowed with happiness. Amanda clenched her fists and watched them. She recognized the woman immediately. She was Ryan's first love, Victoria Myers, the one that got away in his mind. 'What the hell?! This morning, Ryan told me he had an important business meeting to attend, but he's here with Victoria at the hospital?! Is that kid Ryan's? How long has this been going on? How many times did he lie to me?' Amanda's mind was spiraling with questions. Ryan had no idea Amanda was just a few steps away. He still wrapped his arms around Victoria's shoulder and whispered, "Look, my sweetheart, I'm here to keep you company for your check-up, right? Just be more patient, okay? I swear I'll divorce Amanda soon, but I can't just let her take everything. I've been working on it. It'll all be sorted out in no time." Amanda's nails almost dug into her palms, her mind in a storm of disbelief and fury. As much as she didn't want to believe her husband was cheating on her, the evidence was right there in front of her face, and she couldn't ignore it. Her marriage to Ryan was a business arrangement between two well-off families. They had been engaged for years, and while it wasn't exactly a passionate love story, Amanda thought at least he was decent enough. Thus, she agreed to marry him. But on their wedding night, Ryan hesitated before confessing that he had been in a car accident years ago and suffered from erectile dysfunction. Amanda felt sorry for him and kept it a secret for him. Over the years, when their families pushed for children, Amanda would say she needed time to recover. She never imagined that the bastard had already gotten someone else pregnant, and now he was scheming to get her out of the picture and take everything for himself! Anger surged through Amanda, and she reached for her phone to take a picture. But by the time she looked up, they were already gone. Her mind was on fire. She held her health report in her hand and wanted to chase after them, yet it was too late. On her drive back home, she forced herself to stay calm. There was a lot at stake between their families. Though a divorce was inevitable, she wasn't about to let herself walk away empty-handed. She couldn't let that cheating scumbag go, and she was going to make sure she got the proof she needed to take him down! By the time she pulled into the driveway and stepped into the house, she was composed. When she entered the villa, she found Ryan in the living room, dressed in a formal suit. Seeing Amanda, Ryan flashed her a gentle smile and said, "Hey, babe, you're back. How'd the check-up go?" Amanda had been planning to start IVF, and she did the health exam today just for it. Both their families needed an heir. She had even talked to Ryan about artificial insemination, hoping to have a child. But now? That was out of the question. Amanda replied in a calm tone, "The doctor said my health isn't great. I need to take better care of myself." Holding back her anger, Amanda changed the topic. "So how's the meeting with Mr. Jenkins going?" Ryan hesitated for a moment, looking a little awkward. He then replied, "There was too much going on this morning. I didn't manage to meet up with Mr. Jenkins. There's a party tonight, and he'll be there. Why don't you come with me? I'd rather have you there, 'cause I don't want to deal with this partnership alone, especially since it concerns your family too." Amanda smirked internally. 'Oh, please. Too busy to meet him, huh? You didn't meet him at all.' But she didn't want to raise suspicion just yet, so she nodded. "Sure." Ryan didn't seem to notice anything off and headed upstairs to his study. Meanwhile, Amanda went back to her room, where she immediately contacted a trusted private investigator through a friend. She needed real, undeniable proof to make Ryan pay. That evening, the two of them arrived at the hotel where the party was held, each with their own thoughts. Amanda looked stunning in a red dress, while Ryan was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, carrying himself with the refined air of an heir from a prestigious family. As they entered the hall, they immediately noticed a group of people gathered around a tall man. The man had his back to them, so they couldn't see his face. Even from behind, he looked striking—about 6'3", with a good frame. The way he held his wine glass was impeccable and graceful. Someone nearby was gossiping, "The Henderson family's young master finally made it back to the country. I heard he was studying medicine abroad all these years..." Amanda instantly realized who they were talking about. That man was Benjamin Henderson's son, whom Benjamin had at an old age. It was said that the son was exceptionally intelligent, so Benjamin raised him as the family heir. But instead of following the family business, he went abroad to study medicine. 'That's a bit of an oddball,' thought Amanda. While Amanda was lost in thought, Ryan handed her a glass of red wine. "Babe, let's go chat with Mr. Jenkins about the deal. We're running out of time before the party starts." Amanda nodded and followed him, pretending nothing was wrong. She always had a high tolerance for alcohol, but as soon as she finished the first glass of wine, her head started spinning. Her steps became unsteady, and she felt suddenly light-headed, a strange heat creeping through her body. "What's wrong, babe?" Ryan asked in concern. He immediately caught her by the arm and asked, "Are you feeling okay?" Amanda tried to shrug off his touch, but her body felt weak, and her eyelids grew heavy. The dizziness and heat inside her only intensified. "I'm fine," she muttered, forcing herself to sound normal, but her mind was growing foggier by the second. Ryan whispered something to Jordan Jenkins and then guided Amanda upstairs. "You just had one glass of wine, and you're already out of it? Let me get you upstairs to rest." Amanda knew something was off, but she let him lead her, pretending to be completely out of it. Once they were inside the room, Ryan dumped her on the bed and called her name a few times. When she didn't respond, a cold, calculating look flashed in his eyes. He stepped out and made a phone call. "You can come up now. Remember to take lots of photos and videos and make sure her face is visible. If you can get her to admit she's been having an affair, I promise you're well compensated." Lying on the bed, Amanda clenched her teeth in fury. In her mind, she cursed bitterly, 'That bastard! He's trying to ruin me after cheating on me? No way... I can't just sit here and let him win!' As soon as Ryan closed the door, Amanda bit down on her tongue, pushed herself up, and stumbled toward the door. She tried to head downstairs, hoping to get to the hospital, but her legs felt like jelly. Just then, the elevator door opened, and a tall man stepped out with a room card. His gaze immediately locked on Amanda the moment he saw her. Amanda's heart skipped a beat, and she wondered, 'Is this the guy Ryan hired?' She couldn't make out the man's face clearly, but from what she could see, he was definitely good-looking with a perfect physique. If he was part of Ryan's plan, he'd be a reasonable choice for trapping her. Knowing she had nowhere to run, Amanda threw herself at the man, grabbed his tie, and asked, "You're clean, right?" The man's shirt was stained with red wine, and he gave off the smell of alcohol. When Amanda lunged at him, he furrowed his brows but caught her easily. His voice was low and steady as he asked, "Excuse me?" "Come on, don't play dumb," Amanda slurred, already tipsy and dazed. She reached for his waist, feeling the warmth and firmness of his body. "How much did Ryan pay you? I can offer you more. We can have a fling, and then you should disappear. Don't ever get involved with me again." Richard stared at her pink neck and chuckled. He tightened his grip on her waist and asked, "You wanna sleep with me? I'm pretty expensive. Hope you can afford the price." Amanda's temper flared, and she thought, 'So Ryan's paying him a hefty sum, huh?' She pulled him closer and kissed him hard, her voice a low growl. "I'll pay whatever it costs, as long as you satisfy me."