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Strong, independent, career and goal oriented, she is not just the idol’s wife. She has a name. 

She is Dr. Amelia Elizabeth Fitzgerald. 



Amy, is a pediatric neurosurgeon, who at young age, accomplished more than other surgeons twice her age. Trying to forget her past trauma and proving that she is more than a mogul’s daughter, Amy accepted a time-consuming, mind boggling job under Global Health Organization. Right before her contract was over, Amy met Jim and two immediately hit off at their first meeting, or was it the second? 

As Amy find that she is falling deeply with Jim, she is force to face the downside of loving a well-liked celebrity. Now, she finds herself in a situation where she might have to choose between love or career. 

What will Amy choose? The career she worked so hard for? Or her lover she deeply longed for?


Follow Amy’s story as she find herself being romantically involved with “Jim” one of the member of Axis21- a KPoP boy band who took the world by storm and the “Jim” the man that quavered Amy’s world upside down. 




Disclaimer: 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events and incidents are purely fictional and are product of author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and does not reflect the views and opinions of said person, events, organizations, places, and incidents. 

This novel contains mature content not suitable for young children.


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The Idol’s Wife

Amy woke up with a pounding headache. She was in her room, wearing the same pajama from last night, her toenails colored halfway. 


"Argh," Amy groaned. The hangover from too much wine is the worst.


She mustered all her strength and walked toward her kitchen. 


Ahjumma, her sweet cleaning lady, was in her kitchen preparing a meal. 


"Ahjumma, hi." Amy smiled as the sweet lady smiled back warmly. 


"I figure from the bottles of opened wine that your head might be throbbing now, sweet child?" 


Amy nodded as she sat on her kitchen stool. "Have you seen my phone by any chance?" 


"Ah yes," the caretaker pulled it out from her apron and handed it to Amy. "Your soup will be ready in a minute. Do you want me to make you tea? Coffee combined with alcohol will make your stomach uneasy all day," Ahjumma said, her voice sincere and motherly. 


"The soup is more than enough. Thank you so much. You're the best." Amy smiled at the old lady. 


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