Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Husband's Doctor: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Eva sat hunched in the stiff plastic chair outside the ICU, her hands twisted in her lap. The fluorescent lights above hummed a cold, steady tune, making the night feel endless. Somewhere down the hall, a machine beeped rhythmically, steady as a metronome.She kept replaying it in her head—the mug, the fall, the way Daniel’s chest had risen and fallen in shallow, failing gasps. No matter how many times she blinked, the image stayed seared into the backs of her eyelids.A door clicked open, startling her.Dr. Adrian Cole stepped out, a clipboard tucked under his arm. His dark eyes swept the corridor before landing on her. For a moment, he just looked, and she had the uncanny feeling he’d been expecting her reaction, her posture, even the way her hands trembled.He moved closer, the soft tread of his shoes the only sound. “Mrs. Mitchell.”She rose too quickly, her knees wobbling. “H-how is he?”His face betrayed nothing—no smile, no frown, just that steady, unreadable calm. “Your husban

Unable to stand the suffocating walls of her husband hospital room any longer. Eva wandered to the hospital garden. It was quiet at night, almost eerie in its stillness. A fountain trickled softly in the center, the only sound apart from the occasional hum of distant machines inside. The night air was cool against Eva’s skin, brushing her face as she sat on a bench, arms wrapped tightly around herself.Sleep had abandoned her again. No matter how long she closed her eyes in the waiting lounge, nightmares came—images of Daniel gasping for breath, of his body going still on the kitchen floor. Then the kiss with Adrian right before her husband.What if he had woke up and saw them?She thought with guilt in her heart.But the kiss was smeared in her memory. She had kept replaying it ever since, reliving it and wishing somehow it happened again. But she had warned him never to repeat such actions, and disappointedly he had respected her request.He rarely spoke to her after that night. He

Eva had spent the better part of the morning pacing the living room. The coffee she’d poured hours ago had gone cold, untouched on the table beside the couch. Every time she tried to sit, her body tensed. Every time she closed her eyes, last night came rushing back — the heat, the taste of him, the sound of her own voice gasping his name.She wanted to forget. God, she needed to forget.But forgetting wasn’t possible when the man she was trying to run from had the keys to her front door — and to her will.The sound of her phone buzzing later that day on the table made her flinch.Adrian.Her breath hitched. She didn’t want to answer, but her thumb betrayed her.“Eva,” his voice came through, low and calm — that perfect mix of command and care that always made her pulse spike.“I’m outside.”Her stomach twisted. “Adrian, you can’t keep coming here.”“I’m not keeping anything,” he said. “I’m making sure you’re all right.”“I’m fine,” she lied. “You don’t need to—”The line went dead.Mo

Inside the bedroom, both now fully undressed. Adrian layed her gently on the bed, and then he spread her legs wide before burying his face in between her thighs.Eva moaned when she felt his tongue touch the inside of her right thigh. Her whole body vibrating at the contact. Adrian holds her firmly by the hips and continued to lick both of her inner thighs moving ever closer to her clit.When he touched his tongue on her clit, she definitely felt like she was in cloud nine.Daniel, her husband rarely went down on her, he always used her for his pleasure before giving her any. But Adrian was doing to her all the things she never knew she had missed.He spread her legs so wide they hurt. Then he plunged his tongue deep into her clit. It felt like his tongue was a foot long. She was scared and excited at the same time. Daniel never made her feel like this. She tried to close her legs around his head but he kept his hands on her thighs, prying them apart. She could feel him kissing and su

Eva froze. “He’s… a friend.”Lydia gave a short, humorless laugh. “A friend who leaves you notes on your dining table?”“He’s… he’s Daniel’s doctor.”That only made Lydia’s expression twist further. “His doctor? Eva—what the hell does that mean?”“Lydia, please—”“No, you’re going to tell me,” her sister said, voice rising now. “You’ve stopped going to see your husband, there are men’s shoes at your door, and now I find this—” she waved the note in the air, “—from his doctor?”Eva’s pulse raced. “It’s not what you think.”“Then what is it?” Lydia demanded. “Because I swear, if you tell me you’re involved with him—”“Stop!” Eva snapped, the word echoing louder than she meant. Silence fell. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You don’t know what it’s like. You don’t know what it feels like to watch someone you love fade away piece by piece, day after day, and not be able to do anything about it.”Tears burned her eyes. “You didn’t see the way he looked at me before the coma, Lydia. Like h