Have A Doctor Wife

"Wow... Liam... You're so good... I can't stand it."

A cloying sound came from the crack of the door.

"Baby. That's not what your body says..." said a muffled male voice immediately.

The disgusting conversation made Violet Morris, who was standing outside the door, shiver with anger.

The look on her face changed from disbelief to calmness and then finally to a sneer.

Early this morning, her considerate sister, who knew she was back in the country, told her that she had a present for her, but it turned out to be sleeping with her man.

"Well, let me give you something in return."

Violet took out her phone and opened one of the hottest live-streaming apps.

She edited a text, saying, "Popular Starlet #Hannah Morris sleeping with a wealthy young man #Liam Scott."

Then she clicked the start button and turned on the rear camera.

As both of the protagonists were well-known, the number of viewers shot up within two minutes.

The comments were flying on the screen, "Crap! Is this true? Fucking unbelievable."

"The blogger is shameless. How dare you defame my idol. I'm reporting you."

"Someone finds out who the blogger is, please."

Violet pushed open the door, "Just look at it if you don't believe it!"

"Ah..." Hearing the door open, Hannah hurriedly curled up in Liam's arms.

Liam covered her carefully and roared, "Get out!"

The audience was astounded, "Holy shit! It seems to be real. Screenshot it!"

"Record it. It's going to be blocked soon."

Violet let out a cold, heartbroken laugh.

"Liam, you said you'd marry me after you inherited the Scott Family. I spent six years waiting for you in Country M, and all I got is your sleeping with my sister?"

After her words, she quickly walked over and pointed her phone at the two.

The spectators' excitement was stirred, and the live streaming was prohibited in seconds.

Violet had achieved her purpose. She put the phone back in her pocket, "My dear sister, thank you for your surprise. I hope you enjoy my present as well."

"Violet, what are you talking about?" Hannah cuddled up to Liam, quivering pitifully.

Liam looked at Violet with a flash of admiration in his eyes, and his tone softened.

"Violet, I'm sorry. Be a good girl and delete the video and photos."

Violet cursed angrily, "Shut up, you repulsive love rat!"

Liam, who had never been scolded before, flew into a rage.

He got dressed while sneering, "If you had a grain of intelligence, you'd have been aware that I will not marry a woman who'd married to my uncle."

"Besides, I never loved you. I was with you to get close to Hannah. I saved you and sent you to Country M six years ago. Don't be so ungrateful!"

Never loved her? Married? Saved her? Violet's heart throbbed, touching the little finger of her right with the other hand. Then, her eyes reddened.

Suddenly, the man's and Hannah's phones rang at the same time.

Violet stifled her emotions and smiled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I was live streaming. Enjoy your time, bitches. And good luck."

Just as she reached the door, Liam's furious voice sounded behind her, "Go to hell!"

The phone ringing swiftly approached, and Violet tried to dodge it, but it was too close for her to make it.

She felt the back of her head was hit by something, resulting in a sharp pain that spread through her body and that her consciousness faded away...

"Hum..." The sound of a vibrating phone rang in Violet's ears.

Lying on a dressing table, Violet sat up straight with a jerk and opened her eyes to a mirror.

"What!"

The person in the reflection wore dramatic smoky makeup, hair braided on the left side, strands of purple. Her earrings were huge, and her denim jacket had a metal chain.

This outfit was like what she would wear around 18 years old. She was still alive. Had someone intentionally dressed her like this?

Violet did look younger in the mirror, and an idea flashed through her mind. She hurriedly held out her hands to look at them.

Her hands were fair and soft without any callus. Her fingers were slender and straight, looking exactly like they used to be when she was younger.

"Was I reborn like those ridiculous plots in novels or TV dramas?"

Thinking so, Violet clenched her fists so tightly that her nails were sinking into her flesh.

Feeling the sharp pain in her palms, the woman eventually believed that she was indeed reborn.

"So, how old am I now? Have I been married to Julian Scott, Liam's invalid uncle?"

Violet slowly turned and looked around. Her expression went gloomy when she saw a wheelchair, "Isn't this Julian's room?"

"How long have we got married? Did I do anything to him?"

Violet ran over to the bed with some anticipation and apprehension.

Julian was lying quietly on it.

His face, as well as his clothes, was messed with make-up, which all was her work...

At the sight of Violet, Julian's expression turned murderous and disgusted. The next second, his eyes were closed as if one more glance at her would stain them.

"I'm in big trouble! I piss off my future reliance."

Mr. Scott, before the car accident, was a charismatic type who was able to capture one's heart with one glance.

So he always despised her, a girl adopted by the Morris Family, and taunted her harshly.

Violet dismissed him as a boy who lacked masculinity.

After the accident, Julian was severely disabled, unable to move his body except for his eyes. The doctor had said the chances of recovery were virtually nil.

Hannah, who was supposed to be married to Julian, slit her wrist to turn down the engagement and was sent to the intensive care unit.

As a result, Violet's parents forced her to marry Julian with soft and hard tactics.

She was very fond of Liam and had chased him for a long time before she finally became his girlfriend, which explained her deep grudges about the forced marriage.

She took it out on Julian, making fun of him and applying make-up to all over his face and clothes.

After she continued doing this for half a month, Julian could not be keener to kill her.

Liam returned from a business trip, only to find out that Violet had been his uncle's wife and lashed out at her.

After regaining his composure, he had to transfer Violet to Country M, which was beyond the Scott Family's reach, and promised her that he would bring her back home and get married to her when he took over his family.

What she got instead was...

Violet shut her eyes, struggling to hold back all the pain and resentment.

The reason that she had run away, she had thought, was for true love and freedom.

However, she realized that she was nothing but an unscrupulous wife who abandoned her disabled husband.

When Hannah canceled their engagement, there had been a lot of talk about Julian.

After their marriage, she escaped from him, probably making Julian held as an object of derision of City S. So was the death of her last life the retribution?

Violet mocked at herself and looked over at Julian, shuddering at the thought of what he had done in his previous life after he recovered.

She had reason to suspect that he might have killed her in her last life if he was the first one she met when she returned home. Rather than be hit to death by Liam with a phone, she would die in Julian's hands because at least that was what she had owed him.

In this life, she naturally would not go back to Country M. Instead, she would have to live with him for some time, so it was necessary to be nice to him and make up for his loss.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott, I was too young to know how to behave properly. I'll clean you up now."

She immediately ran to the dressing table not far away and grabbed a cotton pad and make-up remover.

The phone on the dresser was still ringing, and Violet picked it up and looked at it.

The words "Dear Liam" on the screen made her fingers tightening, hatred erupting from her eyes.

She cooled down quickly and tapped on the phone.

"Violet, why aren't you here yet? It'll be too late if we don't get going."

Another gentle voice came through the receiver, "Violet, my sister. I'll see you off too. We're waiting for you at the back door."

Only then did Violet see her suitcase and remember that tonight was the night she was to leave.

"So, let's start with revenge tonight."

Violet tugged coldly at the corner of her mouth in the mirror and said softly, "Well, I just need another fifteen minutes."

With that, Violet hung up, walked over to the bed, and began to remove Julian's makeup.

Regardless of her revenge, she had to clean his face first.

As soon as the cotton pad touched Julian's face, his eyes rolled, and his eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't lift his eyelids.

The aura around him turned gradually gloomy, "This damned woman is trying to tease me again."

"When I recover one day, she must be the first one I kill!"

Violet felt a chill and softened her voice, "Mr. Scott, don't blame me. I made a mess of my face too... I take off your makeup first, and I'll change your clothes when I get back."

Without his hearing aid, Julian could only hear a faint sound, "Shit, she is mocking me again?"

Violet took five minutes to get off the makeup on Julian's face, and his gorgeous face was revealed.

"He does have some delicate beauty."

Violet stood, admiring him for a while, then pushed the suitcase beside her into a cupboard, removed the big earrings, and went to a kennel next door.

Walking over to a golden retriever and squatting down, she rubbed his head.

"Dollar, long time no see. I have a task for you. Take the butler to me when you get out with me."

Dollar wagged his tail.

Violet rubbed his head again, took it downstairs, and then separated with it.

Violet waited for a moment near the back door until she saw the one man and the dog approaching not far away and then walked towards the door.

"Hannah, Liam, where are you?"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Liam looked at her with a gentle smile, "Violet, we're outside."

Afraid they would see the housekeeper, Violet hurried out and closed the door behind her with a backhand.

Hannah glanced at her empty hands, wondering, "Where is your suitcase, Violet? Well, it's okay. You can buy supplies after your arrival."

"I'm not going to leave."

Violet had an impulse to beat them up now, but considering that Liam was a man skillful at martial arts and it was not the right time to do that, she had to suppress that feeling.

Liam had a flash of impatience in his eyes, "Violet, stop it. You're my girlfriend. Every sight that you are around him makes me suffer."

"Why? I can't stop blaming myself as long as you are here," echoed Hannah.

Looking at their hypocritical faces, Violet understood how blind she was in her last life.

She turned to Liam, "I've thought it through. Since I've been married to your uncle, I'll be your aunt for the rest of my life."

Hannah looked at her with disapproval, "Don't be silly on the spur of the moment. Julian, he... can't even talk. How are you going to spend your life with him?"

"Hannah, watch your language. He's my husband, and I'm the only one who is entitled to judge our marriage."

"Even if he's disabled for life, I'll take care of him evermore," said her resolute voice.

With that, she suddenly turned around, took the opportunity to shake the goosebumps off her body, and shouted, "Who's there?"

Two dog barks came from behind the door. Then the butler opened it, "So it's Master Liam and Mrs. Scott. It's so late. Why you're..."

"Uncle Morris asked my sister to transfer 10,000 yuan to me. She just had a party with Liam nearby, so she had him bring her over and see me. You came over before they gave it to me," explained Violet.

Hannah nodded in agreement, "Ah, yes!"

The butler glanced at Violet and then at Hannah and pushed up his gold-framed glasses, "So..."

"Transfer it to me now. It's late. You should go home quickly," Violet urged.

Hannah smiled reluctantly, "Yeah."

(To be continued)