Novels by Gracepen

Maya’s Pov"Are you free, come to the house Maya." A text message from my mother that pulled me off guard. This was the first time in two years since Ethan and I got married that my mother had actually sent for me. I was always the one calling them, trying to share my problems so they would know what their only child was going through. But I always got the same excuses, which were either "The Ethan I know is a good and caring husband to you, stop complaining," or "We're busy; we'll call you back," which they never did.I was about to leave for work when I saw the text. Hope flared inside me maybe they had finally called because of my in-laws' accident and wanted to know how I was doing. I quickly drove straight to my parents’ house.I rushed inside, stopping dead in the doorway. My mother was crying, but her face was beaming with pure joy. She was locked in a tight hug with a lady who looked exactly my age. That lady was crying, too. My father was shaking hands with a man I quickly

Ethan’s PovI couldn't believe Maya when she shouted that my parents were both in a coma. At first, I thought she was just trying to use it as a defense to stop me from hitting her. But then I remembered seeing a text message from Dr. Gilbert earlier, and deep down, I knew Maya wouldn't dare to lie about my parents.“She better be telling the truth, or this house won't be big enough for both of us anymore.”I felt my pockets, searching for my phone, but it wasn't there. I remembered dropping it on the bed while tearing off my shirt. I spun around and rushed back into the room to see what Dr. Gilbert had sent.I hadn't bothered to answer his calls or open his texts because I figured it was just more talk about my lack of commitment to Maya and our marriage, based on what I'd told him at his office the other day.I grabbed the phone and quickly opened the text from Dr. Gilbert. It told me to come to the hospital immediately. It was late, but I didn't waste another second. I raced out of

Reaching home, I felt like I couldn't breathe, couldn't talk. I just walked straight to our room, Ethan wasn't home yet, which meant he didn't know about the accident or maybe went to the hospital from the hotel . I sank onto the edge of the bed and felt tears stream down my cheeks as I stared at the handkerchief in my hand."What do I do now?" I thought to myself, my eyes lifting to our wedding photo hanging on the wall above the bed.The only thing I thought of doing was divorcing Ethan. I couldn't see myself living with him again. This was beyond being able to forgive. I couldn't take his awful behavior anymore, talk now that there was no one left to keep him in line, who knew what next he would do.Then another thought came to me. "Would it be smart to divorce him now that both my mother-in-law and father-in-law are in a coma?""Oh, God," I said out loud, crying harder as I thought about how I would deal with this pain until my parents-in-law woke up."Welcome, sir," I heard Suz

I knew his call would be to relay a message from my mother-in-law, maybe a reply from her after our first visit with him. But it didn't matter to me anymore if she knew what happened in Dr. Gilbert’s office that day. I just wanted to hear what he had to say and get out of there. I arrived at the hospital and found a parking spot in the garage. I took a quick look in the rearview mirror at my face and I headed inside to find Dr. Gilbert. I got to his office, but the nurse told me he was handling an emergency, so I sat down at the reception desk to wait. Not long after, he returned. “Mrs. Ethan, please come into my office,” he said, his voice flat. I stood up and followed him. He took off his white coat and hung it up. “Have a seat, Mrs. Ethan," he said, pointing to a chair as he sat down behind his desk. “Is everything okay, Doctor? You asked to see my husband and me," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. He let out a heavy breath, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

A tall man, his shoulders broad, stood naked with his back to the door. He was pushing hard, deep, into the woman in front of him. Every ripple of muscle, every flex of his back, spoke of raw, unbridled power.One hand was tangled in her hair, pulling it taut, anchoring her. The other, equally firm, cradled her thighs, allowing him to thrust with a savage abandon that made my stomach clench. The room vibrated with her loud moans, each one a raw, unfiltered sound of pure, undeniable pleasure that clawed at my ears.I stood there, stunned. The hot scene unfolding before me, the sight of that hot guy lost in his passion, felt strangely familiar. My mind struggled to make sense of it, but then a cold wave hit me. It was my husband.I knew his body without seeing his face. At home, I sometimes secretly watched him bathe, it was the only way I could see all of him. Just the sight of his body would make me want him, make me feel wet. And his penis? That alone, a weapon of exquisite pleasure,

We left the hospital, and he dropped me off before leaving for his appointment. The moment the car pulled away, a deep stillness filled the space he'd left behind, a stillness that screamed louder than any noise. My heart felt heavy, like a cold stone in my chest. “Ma’am, ma’am,” Sussy's voice, soft and gentle, broke through my disturbed thoughts. I flinched, startled, then quickly tried to compose myself. It was extremely difficult to keep the tears from flowing. They were right there, pressing against my eyes, a burning sensation behind my eyelids. “Yes, Sussy, what is it?” I forced out, my voice strained, on the verge of breaking. I focused on her, trying to keep my face still, to conceal my inner turmoil. “Sir and Madam aren't back yet,” she began, her words, a gentle reminder of normal life, felt distant right now. “What should I make for lunch?” Lunch! The word seemed foreign and distant. Food was the last thing on my mind. My stomach felt tightly knotted, a mix of hurt a