Beautiful Doctor Belongs to Ceo

Episode 1's

My name is Anggia Tiffani.

I'm an obstetrician.

Being a doctor was my dream since childhood. The reason is that I really like children and I also want to be one of the people who can help others.

I was not born from a rich family or a distinguished person who had many treasures in abundance.

My mother's name is Intan and my father's name is Bian.

My mother worked as a maid and my father became a gardener at the home of Mr. Pasha Wiratma's family.

The family is a distinguished family and is highly respected by many. He is not only rich but also rich.

I was so close to Mr. Pasha Wiratma that he considered me like his daughter, he did not have a daughter and he wanted a daughter very much.

I am very grateful to him because thanks to his help I was able to wear my proud white coat. And thanks to him I can achieve my goals at this time.

However, one day my father had a severe illness and required a heart transplant.

I was a doctor so little by little I knew about my father's illness.

I am not a heart specialist.

I was confused and sad because my father had to perform surgery immediately.

However, everything was hampered due to the considerable cost I had to get as quickly as possible.

Until Mr. Pasha offers himself who is the guarantor of the cost of your surgery until he recovers.

I happy. However, who would have thought it turned out that behind the offer he applied for marriage with his only son.

I know what Mr. Pasha's only son, proud, arrogant, plus he's a womanizer.

Honestly, I sometimes feel disgusted to see it, not that I am arrogant but, I do not like men who like to change women, from those who still look teenage to adult women.

However, how else would I have just finished my education, I also only worked two months ago in a famous hospital in this city.

My saving money is not much, it is still much less when I use for the treatment of my father, which amounts to hundreds of millions of rupiah plus the cost of treatment and drugs that must be redeemed.

I no longer think of myself. Without thinking I accepted Mr. Pasha's offer in the hope that his son would accept me as a wife.

After all, Mr. Pasha has helped me a lot, I also want to return the favor maybe this is the way.

I was married to the only son of a great businessman named Brian Wiratma after my father had finished surgery.

For one year I was living a vacant household. Do not speak soft words, his smile was never given to me.

We live under one roof but we don't sleep in one bed.

People out there might think I'm happily married to the only child of a great businessman. But they don't know what my house really looks like.

I am a wife and I still have a husband but who would have thought that I was still a holy woman. Never touched by my own husband.

To be honest as a normal and mature woman I also longed for the warm caress of my husband. Yes, I want to also feel like a woman who can make a husband happy.

However, dreams seem to be just dreams.

For a year I was married he never touched me.

I've been trying to be the best, even always watching her start from waking up until she will sleep again. Just for the sake of getting one thank you from his lips might make him accept me.

However, again not the thanks I received, but the insults even sometimes that I get torment.

I didn't give up until there, kept trying to be a woman to accept as his wife.

Until one day I intentionally wore a very mini lingerie.

Actually I feel disgusted to see my appearance, but I think that I threw it away because my intention wanted to melt my husband's heart and I know it is not sin.

Serving, it turns out that what I get is not what I want. What I got was insults and insults even I was called a cheap woman.

How do I feel being called that by my husband?

It hurts!

I smiled, bitter tears that I had been able to hold so far I could not stand.

The tears were spilled without excuse, I wanted to be strong yet, I was too fragile that only tears could comfort my grief.

We originally stayed at Mr. Pasha's house however, because Brian wanted us to stay at his apartment, Mr. Pasha allowed it.

Not without reason Brian wanted to stay in the Apartment all that was done because he wanted to be free from his parents.

Precisely so that Mr. Pasha does not know that he has not changed at all and is free to bring his woman into this apartment.

Sometimes he not only brought one woman but two. He took her into his room. In fact almost every night I listen to *************** the woman who made my heart hurt.

I can just squeeze my shirt.

I didn't dare say it to my Mom and Dad, because I was so afraid they were worried about me.

And I didn't dare say that to my father-in-law either. Because right from the start, I married my son in the hope that Brian would become a better human being.

Another with my Mother-in-law, she did not like me at all, even strongly opposed me being Brian's wife.

According to him, the servant child is not worthy of being with the child of the businessman.

It proved my marriage and Brian was just kabul only no reception at all.

Not even the people closest to me know that I am married.

Even during this one year I felt like I was starting to give up on my husband who never seemed to be able to accept this marriage and I was a little indifferent to him.

I who was always humiliated began to get used to it and was no longer expecting that he could accept me.

Now that I'm just resigned to the state of everything has been declared, I let it flow in its own way.

I only hope and pray to the Almighty God that one day will give me happiness.