My Husband’s Favorite Doctor Diagnosed My Downfall

My husband had successfully appointed Aurel Grann as the chief physician in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Because she was so young, no one wanted to book an appointment with her. So, without a second thought, my husband, Barly Hudson, used me. He had her issue a gynecological certificate claiming that I had undergone seven abortions.

He turned it into a marketing gimmick.

Suddenly, young girls started showing up—dragged in by their boyfriends under the guise of routine checkups, all trying to verify whether their girlfriends’ romantic pasts were “clean.”