Novels by Gracepen

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 and ange

A few minutes later, after getting dressed in clothes that felt too formal for the turmoil inside me, we left the house and headed to see Dr. Gilbert. The drive was silent, filled with unspoken tension We stepped into the waiting room of the hospital. The air conditioning felt cold against my skin. A nurse, her uniform crisp and white, nodded to us and pointed toward an open door. We walked in, my shoes making soft sounds on the polished floor. Dr. Gilbert, rose from his chair as we entered. He offered a polite smile. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Ethan," he said, his voice calm and professional. "Good morning, Doctor," we replied together, our voices a little stiff. He gestured to the two chairs in front of his large wooden desk, and we sat down, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. He settled back into his own chair, his gaze falling to his desktop computer. "Ehm, Mrs. Theo has already told me what the problem is, which is not having a child after two years of marriage," he said

Maya's POV I woke up the next morning. The first thing I saw was Ethan. He was sleeping on the other side of the bed, his back to me, his face turned toward the wall. A strong urge came over me to move closer, to reach out and hug him from behind, to feel some warmth, some closeness. But the fear of his scolding, stopped me cold. It was like a strong, invisible wall between us. I pulled back, deciding to respect myself and the painful distance he always kept. I then knelt by the bed, my knees pressing into the soft rug. I closed my eyes and silently prayed for a good and successful day ahead. After a few minutes praying, I rose from my knees and walked quietly to his side of the bed. "Ethan," I called him in a low and gentle voice. I reached out a hand and lightly tapped his shoulder. He stirred slowly. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, barely opening. It seemed he hadn't gone to bed early last night, which was often the case. He mumbled something, his voice thick with sl

Ethan's POV "This woman won't let me eat in peace," I muttered to myself as I heard my mother complaining about our childlessness. As the player I am, trying to keep up appearances for my parents, I pretended to love and care for someone I disliked so much. I couldn't hide my true feelings from my parents and hide them from her. I chose to hide it from my parents, since that's what they wanted, and show it to Maya. I knew she loved me dearly and wouldn't complain much, let alone divorce me. Even if she tried to complain to my parents, like she wanted to the other day, no one would listen to her, not even her parents, because they saw how much I cared for her in their presence. My mother went to her room, and I decided to enjoy my food with my father. I'd had a long day at the office and hadn't had a chance to eat. I was so hungry, but Maya stood up and said she was going upstairs. I put down my spoon to join her, even though I hadn't eaten enough. I didn't join her because s

I wasn't surprised, not even a little bit. This was what I had endured for the past two years of living with him. He took a bath, changed into his pajamas, and headed to the living room with his phone after making sure his parents had gone to bed. Outside our room, my husband was the most caring and loving husband anyone could imagine, leaving no room for me to complain because no one would believe what I said anyway. You might wonder why I was only crying at dinner. It wasn't because of a child; in fact, I was still a virgin. I had been in a relationship with my husband for ten years and married for two, yet no intimacy. When we go to the hospital, as my mother-in-law ordered, what will we tell the doctor? "That since we married, we haven't had sex? Oh God, how do I get through this? Will I ever be happy?" Thoughts raced through my mind as I sat on the edge of the bed, tears flowing down my cheeks like a river. "How do I open up and tell our parents that all this time, we haven'

"It's been two whole years, and still no grandchildren. Not even one." Her elbow rested on the table, a spoon still clutched in her hand, and her eyes were fixed intently on my husband and me, waiting for an answer.The question hit me like an arrow. I was speechless, my graceful face falling into sadness. My heart grew heavy, so much so that I couldn't bear it anymore. Tears filled my eyes. I bent my head, trying to hide my feelings. With my left hand, I grabbed a napkin without looking up. I felt my husband's arm around my shoulder. "It's okay, my love," he whispered, his voice soft and warm, trying to comfort me. Then he looked up. "Mum, can you please let us eat in peace? My wife and I will have children when God decides," he said, his voice showing anger. "Please stop bothering us." He turned back to me. "Hey, babe, please stop crying. It's okay. God will do it for us." His words were meant to soothe, but the dam had already broken. I couldn't hold back anymore and cried as i