The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 194

[It might rain today, so don't forget your umbrella.]

[Just wanted to praise my amazing husband. Breakfast was delicious.]

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Miles stared at the word "husband." He knew she was deliberately trying to sweet-talk him, but his lips curved into a smile anyway.

The doctors who hadn't yet left the conference room exchanged bewildered glances.

Why was the perpetually stoic Dr. Zimmerman so happy today? His gaze was unbelievably soft.

A bold, curious intern finally spoke up.

"Dr. Zimmerman, who are you texting that's making you smile like that?"

Miles looked up, his tone entirely casual. "My wife."

Those two words set the room on fire.

"Wife?"

"What? Weren't you single?"

"Dr. Zimmerman, you got married?"

He nodded. "We filed the paperwork yesterday."

The aloof, unapproachable lead surgeon pulling off a shotgun wedding?

Everyone's jaws collectively hit the floor.

"Alright, get ready for rounds." He stood up, and the medical staff filed out of the room.

Jared Johnston stared at his friend, blocked his path, and kicked the door shut.

His tone was absolute. "You married Claire Jenner."

"I did."

"Are you out of your mind?" Jared was in disbelief. "I know you care about her and still have feelings, but you can't be this impulsive. She's in love with Jefferson Sterling. Are you just waiting for her to cheat on you?"

Jared immediately regretted everything. That night at the bar, he should have let Miles drink himself to death rather than letting Claire take him home.

Miles's voice dropped to a dangerous octave. "She wouldn't do that. Watch your mouth."

"Defending her already? Have you forgotten how badly she humiliated you at the anniversary gala?"

Miles's gaze turned frosty. "That wasn't her fault. Yvonne had an ulterior motive."

"But she lied to you. If she hadn't, none of this would have happened."

He tried calling her, but the call wouldn't connect. She was likely already in the air.

He dialed the boutique, and Betty Wade picked up.

"Did Claire leave on a business trip?"

"Mr. Zimmerman? No, she headed to Queenshaven."

Miles hung up the phone, his knuckles turning stark white as he gripped the device.

Queenshaven.

A three-hour flight from Empire City.

The very Sterling Holdings branch he had thrown into crisis was located in Queenshaven—which meant Jefferson was currently there.

He pulled out his phone again.

"Clear a private flight to Queenshaven for me. Yes, today. As soon as possible."

The rain had already started falling outside. Miles stared through the glass, his gaze turning increasingly somber.

If he got there and found Claire with Jefferson...

What the hell was he supposed to do?