He’s Just a Doctor Now—But When He Gave Birth to His Ex-Love, a Secret Changed Everything”

Alejandro Ruiz is a bright medical student known at his university as serious and always at the top of his class. But behind his stern face and focus on studies, he has a heart that knows how to love. That’s where he meets Valeria—a nursing student who is full of life, loud in class, and known for her smiles.

One night, they were both on duty at the hospital as interns. There was an emergency, a child who had been injured in an accident. As they helped, they looked at each other—both tired, both sweaty, but with an inexplicable electricity.

“Your courage,” Valeria whispered as she supported the patient.

“You’re braver,” Alejandro replied with a smile.

Since then, they have never been apart. Late-night coffees, review sessions that end in laughter, and simple walks in the hospital that seemed to be their paradise. For seven years, they were the called the “perfect couple” of their batch.

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But not all good stories end peacefully. As Alejandro’s position in medicine rises, he becomes more and more immersed in work—endless surgeries, seminars abroad, and research projects. Valeria, on the other hand, although she understands her boyfriend’s dream, gradually feels lonely.

One night, after several months of not seeing each other, they have a big fight.
“I don’t feel you anymore, Alejandro!” Valeria screams, tears flowing.
“I’m doing this for us!” she replies, but she knows that’s not enough.

Until one day, Valeria suddenly disappears. No goodbye, no trace, no explanation. She only leaves a letter:
“I love you, but I can’t wait any longer.”

He waited seven months for an answer. Seven months he worked, trying to bury the pain.

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Now, Alejandro was a well-known OB-GYN, respected and admired. One morning, while busy making rounds, the call came:
“Emergency delivery, high-risk. You are needed now.”

Without hesitation, he ran to the delivery room. But when the door opened, it was as if the world had stopped.

Valeria. Lying on the bed, pale, gasping for breath.

“Valeria?” he could hardly believe it.

“Alejandro?” her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and shock.

They didn’t speak for a long time. The alarm rang: “Fetal distress! Immediate action required.”

In the midst of the chaos, Alejandro became a doctor again—steady, fast, and calm.

“Take a breath, Valeria. We can do this. I won’t abandon you.”

And finally, the baby’s cries filled the room. But when Alejandro held the baby, it was as if his world had been shaken.

The child—with the same eyes, the same smile, and a birthmark that only his family could see.

He approached Valeria, his voice heavy:
“Valeria… why didn’t you tell me?”

Valeria answered with tears. “I was scared. My parents said I would ruin your life if you found out. And when I left… I chose to keep you out of trouble. But every day, I regretted it.”

A moment of silence, but full of weight. The baby cried again, and with that sound, it was like a new beginning.

Alejandro looked at the child, then at Valeria. Finally, he smiled—weak but full of promise.

“I won’t leave. I won’t leave you. I won’t leave our child.”

And inside that delivery room, amidst the pain and the past, the love that had once been lost was rekindled

“The Wounds That My Eyes Cannot See”

After the birth, the room remained silent. Only the sound of the baby filled it. Alejandro sat by the bed, staring at Valeria who was weak but awake. In his eyes, there was a mixture of anger, sadness, but most of all—love that he had tried to hide for so many years.

“I don’t know whether to be happy or angry, Valeria,” he said softly. “You deprived me of seven years of our child’s life.”

Valeria closed her eyes, tears still flowing. “I know, Alejandro. And that was my biggest sin. But at that time… I didn’t have the courage. I was afraid to fight for you. And I was even more afraid that you might choose your dream over us.”

Alejandro was silent, watching the little baby who was now sleeping. It seemed as if a magical force was caressing his heart.

The Return of the Wound

A few days passed. As the attending doctor, Alejandro was the one who constantly checked on Valeria’s condition. But more than that, he learned to embrace a role he hadn’t known he had for a long time—a father.

They named the baby Amara, meaning “immortal.”

“It’s like she’s a symbol of our love,” Valeria whispered as she breastfed the baby.

But it wasn’t all easy. Word quickly spread around the hospital—that Dr. Ruiz, the respected OB-GYN, was the father of the child of a former nurse who had suddenly returned. Some were impressed, but many also questioned and judged.

“Doc, aren’t you supposed to marry the daughter of a famous doctor in Manila?” a colleague asked in a whisper.

Alejandro closed his eyes, feeling the weight. It was true. Their families had an agreement, a plan long etched in the traditions and dreams of his parents.

Confronting Parents

One night, his mother and father arrived at the hospital. His father, the famous surgeon who was almost the idol of the entire town, had a stern face.
“Alejandro, what does this mean?” his father asked coldly.
“He is my son. And Valeria is the mother,” he replied bravely.

His father’s veins throbbed. “This was not part of the plan! You have a future, Alejandro. And Valeria is not the one for you.”

But before Alejandro could answer, a soft but firm voice interrupted.
“If I wasn’t for him, why did our daughter prove it?” Valeria replied, holding Amara.

Everyone fell silent. Alejandro felt his heart beating—and for the first time, he didn’t hesitate to stand up for his own family.
“If I had to choose, I would choose them. I will not repeat my mistakes.”

New Beginning or New War?

Upon returning home from the hospital, they began to build a new chapter in their lives. But it was clear to Alejandro and Valeria—love alone was not enough. There were still wounds that needed to be healed: trust, fear, and the people who were willing to stand in their way.

In the following days, they learned to stay up together for Amara, to help each other with every responsibility. With each smile of their daughter, it seemed as if the cracks of the past were gradually being filled.

But one morning, while Alejandro was in the clinic, a lawyer known at the hospital approached him.
“Dr. Ruiz, there is a complaint against you. A paternity case… from your fiancée’s family in Manila.”

Alejandro froze. It turned out that not everything was over yet.