Chapter 6: The King’s Secret Exposed

After the rush, there was a long lull.

Luckily, an hour later, Gigi pinged me—big gossip ahead.

The main event: the smiling middle-aged man sitting in front of me.

Late-night king, Victor Wells.

He looked honest and kind, famous for being loyal and well-liked.

Supposedly, he and his first wife were married fifteen years with no kids. Not wanting to hold him back, his wife threatened divorce.

He was heartbroken, but for her health, he agreed and gave her most of his assets.

His second wife, moved by his loyalty, pursued him, and they married soon after.

Long story short, half true, half false.

No kids? True.

First wife couldn’t have kids? False.

They never had kids because their fifteen years together were strictly platonic.

Platonic!

Purely spiritual love!

The most intimate thing they ever did was put an arm around each other’s shoulders.

Totally chaste. Not even a hug.

At this rate, not even the fertility clinic could help.

Victor always had a crush on an older classmate, but when he was young, he was average in every way. Besides his childhood sweetheart, no one liked him.

But he took her love for granted.

His first wife loved him so much, she accepted a sexless marriage, gave up her career, and spent fifteen years helping him become the late-night king.

He’s the king of jerks—fifteen years of platonic marriage, then dumps his wife for someone else. And his new wife looks just like his old crush.

How do I know all this?

Because his ex-wife is my seventh uncle’s wife’s cousin’s childhood friend’s neighbor’s sister-in-law’s little sister.

Five years ago, when I checked her pulse, I was shocked.

When I realized Victor’s ex-wife had never had sex, I was floored.

What’s my cousin’s number again? Should I give up medicine and go work at Walmart?

Back then, I was young and hadn’t seen much, so I doubted my skills but never questioned that ridiculous marriage.

I thought for a moment, then told Victor: "Back pain, poor appetite, restless sleep, multiple hospital checks—all normal?"

He straightened up, looking serious.

"That’s right, Dr. Turner. Is it something serious?"

Me: "You have azoospermia. No wonder the tests found nothing—you’re looking in the wrong place. It can be a big problem, especially at your age. Even if you’re not as active as before, you can’t ignore it. Don’t avoid treatment just because you’re embarrassed."

The late-night king, who ditched his first wife and now had kids with his new wife, with a third on the way, sucked in a sharp breath.

Victor’s face changed. He wanted to curse me out, but seeing all the fans and cameras, he forced a smile.

"Young lady, if you’re not skilled, don’t pretend to be a doctor. My wife, Ellie, gave me two kids and is pregnant again. I’ve been in showbiz for years—I’ve seen all kinds of dirty tricks, but my wife is innocent..."

Me: "..."

So innocent.

The kind of innocent who slept with the boss and sent photos to the ex-wife to force her out?

His "innocent" wife Ellie used to be his assistant, always in and out of their house, pretty close with his ex-wife. Then she climbed into Victor’s bed and sent photos to the ex, forcing her to leave.

One wanted his connections, the other wanted someone who looked like his old crush—a match made in hell.

Victor kept hinting how virile he was.

I raised an eyebrow and checked his pulse again.

"You’ve been popping that little blue pill a lot, haven’t you?"

He stiffened, his bravado crumbling for a split second. I could see the gears turning in his head, wondering how much I really knew. The crowd around us leaned in, hungry for drama. I just sat back, letting the silence hang—sometimes, that’s all it takes to get the truth to bubble up.