Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 103

LILY

I was engrossed in my work at the office when my phone suddenly rang, interrupting my concentration. Frowning at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, I hesitated for a moment before deciding to answer it. As a doctor, I knew that it could potentially be an emergency, so I couldn't afford to ignore it.

Swiping the answer button, I brought the phone to my ear. "Dr. Urch," I greeted professionally.

To my dismay, a familiar voice scoffed on the other end, instantly souring my mood. "I thought by now, you would have gone back to answering a Williams," he sneered bitterly.

Rolling my eyes at his bitterness, I put the call on speakerphone so I could multitask while dealing with whatever nonsense he was about to throw at me. "What do you want, Jake? I'm very busy at the moment," I responded, trying to keep my annoyance in check.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and for a moment, I thought he had hung up. But then his voice came through abruptly. "I think something is wrong with me, doctor," he admitted.

My finger hesitated over the laptop keys as I processed Jake's words. "What is wrong with you, Jake?" I asked, my concern mingling with skepticism. Could he truly be serious? Was something genuinely wrong with him? Despite our adversarial relationship, I was bound by my oath as a doctor to provide assistance when needed.

"Can

you explain your symptoms?" I pressed, hoping for a clearer understanding of his condition.

"My heart," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with pain. "It hurts so hard, and it's filled with anger and resentment."

to fully engage with Jake's

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crescendo that made me wince, pitying my eardrums. "Of all men to leave me for, you chose Ryan? A married

such psychopathic behavior," I finally asserted. "When you behave like this, Jake, I can't help

didn't show it." His admission sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't help but question why

out this side of me every

thank him for finally seeing through the facade and recognizing

was crying, but I dared not ask. "Don't call me again, Jake," I warned firmly, my

I moved to disconnect the call, his voice rang out

going to regret it," Jake's ominous words echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. Dismissing his threat,

Jake calling once more. However, I was surprised to see Becky's number on the caller ID. Putting aside my work, I answered the call and settled back in

I greeted enthusiastically. "How

not okay right now," Becky

face faded, replaced by concern. "Is everything okay? Is your husband and baby

blurted