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 she was crying or upset; in fact, I didn't care what she was feeling. I followed her because I felt she might go to my mother's room and spew nonsense about me and why we hadn't had a child after two years. "Oh, shit," I said as I slammed the door behind me. I was fuming. "I couldn't even finish eating because of this woman." I went to the bathroom, washed up, came out, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs, noticing my parents had gone to bed. I knew Maya needed space to cry and complain, which I gladly gave her. "Hello, baby… are you asleep?" A message popped up on my phone. I smiled, needing someone to make me happy, and here she was. The one my heart belonged to, the one who drove me crazy with her naughty mind and mouth. I got to the living room and lay on one of the longest sofas to relax for a good chat. "My love… I'm still awake. Why would I sleep without hearing your voice?" I replied. "Oh, thank stars! I thought you'd gone to bed with your so-called wife and forgotten me." "Hey! Point of correction: wife by book, not by heart, because you know my heart belongs to you and you alone." "Yeah, baby… I know, but how long are we going to keep hiding?" "Just wait a little longer, until I fully become the managing director of Zoe Law Company." "Okay, baby… Guess what I have for you tonight?" She said, and it sounded naughty, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was up to. "What, baby? Shock me tonight, my love…" I replied, waiting for her response, my mind trying to guess her intentions. A message popped up. I opened it, and it was a video. I quickly jumped up, realizing it was late. I looked around, making sure no one was watching me, then I opened it. It was a video of her naked. She was biting her lips and rolling her tongue sexily. Her nipples were hard and ready to be sucked. One of her hands was caressing her breast, while the other was inside her wetness, as she moaned loudly in the video. I was completely lost in it, and my body reacted hard. Before I knew it, I was pleasuring myself intensely, leading to release. This is what I was talking about, Anna knew exactly how to turn me on. She was naughty, just as I wanted. She did all the work during our intimacy; I only had to give her what she craved. The sound of her moaning alone kept me hooked on her. "Fck, Anna… I wish you were here with me. Let me fck that wet p*ssy of yours mercilessly," I replied to her. "What about tomorrow… at our usual hotel?" She said. "Get ready because I'm gonna devour you without mercy," I replied, smiling. At least I was getting relief from my anger. "Alright, baby… Good night." "Good night, love… You are the best." "Hey! Ethan, I sent you this video to satisfy you and to stop you from sleeping with your wife." "LOL… I'm all yours, Anna." The chat ended. My mother's words about visiting Dr. Gilbert tomorrow ran through my mind. I knew my mother; whatever she said, she did without fail. And I wouldn't want her to figure out what was going on between Maya and me. I searched through my phone and dialed my assistant's number. "Hello, Daniel, sorry to disturb your sleep. Please find Dr. Gilbert's contact information from Royal Hospital and send it to me before tomorrow morning." "Okay, sir, I'll do that right away," he said, sounding like someone waking up.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