Novels by maryuzoma87

Chapter 5: facing the Music Diana’s POVBy the time the office day ended and everyone had left for their respective homes, I was already on my way back to the hospital.I needed to see my mother.Not just because she needed me, but because I needed her. Even if she was weak, even if she barely had the strength to speak, her presence was the only thing grounding me in the middle of this storm I couldn’t seem to escape.John.The divorce papers.The trauma.The fact that I could never give birth.The one-night stand with a stranger whose name I didn’t even know.It was all suffocating me, pulling me deeper into a pit I wasn’t sure I could crawl out of.I had to take a break.Just for today.Tomorrow could wait. Tomorrow, I would go with my lawyer and officially submit my divorce papers to John for signing.I needed air.I needed silence.What I didn’t know was that the one day I chose to stay away…Was the day he finally showed up.The office was dead silent.Every employee sat stiffly

Chapter 4: The Stranger’s BedDiana’s POVMy phone buzzed relentlessly beside me, dragging me from the depths of exhaustion. I groaned, eyes barely open, as I reached for it.Five missed calls.Akira.I hesitated before finally picking up. The moment I did, her worried voice hit me like a tidal wave.“Diana! What the hell is going on? You’ve been off work for days now! Why aren’t you picking up? And…..wait, are you actually divorcing John? Because Mercy has been running her mouth…..”My heart clenched at the mention of those names. I said nothing, letting her continue.“And girl, the hospital’s been calling the office, saying your mom is looking for you. She’s awake, Diana! She needs to talk to you!”I pressed my fingers against my temple, trying to make sense of everything. The words she’s awake should have jolted me, should have shaken me to my core….but my mind felt slow, like it was wading through thick fog.“And one last thing,” Akira added, her tone lowering. “You know there’s a

Chapter 3:Drowning in DesireDiana pov The drive to the hotel was a blur of flashing streetlights and the low hum of the car engine. The leather seat was cool against my burning skin, but it did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the weight of betrayal pressing into my chest. Maybe it was just the need to feel something other than pain.As I leaned back into my seat, I caught myself pressing my legs together, my body tense with anticipation. I turned to glance at the stranger sitting beside me, wondering what he was thinking and why I think that he might be different from other.I reached for him.My hand traced the hard lines of his chest, sliding down over his firm stomach, lower, until I felt it….the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against his trousers.He inhaled sharply but didn’t stop me.I smirked, slow and lazy, as I rubbed my palm over him, feeling him harden even more beneath my touch. The power in that moment, the c

Chapter 2: Dronwning in the echoesAfter a long midnight of tears and emotional traumatized , i could wait for the hospital to open. I went to the hospital by 8:00 a.m. to see Dr. Williams. I needed answers. I needed something to hold onto, something that wasn’t slipping through my fingers like everything else in my life.The hospital was different from the one my mother was in new walls, new faces, new hope. I clutched my bag tightly as I sat across from Dr. Williams, my throat dry, my hands clammy. When he finally looked up from my file, his eyes were calm, steady. I wished I could borrow that steadiness.I took a shaky breath and let the words spill out. “Doctor, I need to know. A few years ago, I had complications… I was told I might never conceive again. But I need to be sure. I need to know if that’s true or if there’s something, anything, I can do.”He nodded, his expression unreadable. “To determine that, we’ll need to run some tests,” he said gently. “We’ll start with a pelv

Chapter One: Resurrection and RuinDiana pov The rhythmic beeping of machines was a soundtrack I'd grown all too familiar with. Five years had passed since my mother's accident, and in that time, the hospital had become my second home. I'd spent countless hours beside her bed, watching, waiting, and praying for her to awaken.I Even had built a life of my own during that time I got married, started a career, and learned to navigate the world without my mother's guidance. But despite the outward appearance of normalcy, the ache of her absence had never truly healed.As I sat there, my fingers trembled as I reached for her frail hand. Her face was pale, her chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical rhythm. I whispered the same plea I'd spoken countless times before: "Mom... please come back to me."I'd given up so much - my time, my energy, my happiness .All for the hope that one day, she'd open her eyes and I'd hear her voice again. My husband, John, had never truly understood. H