All Chapters of Falling For My Husband's Doctor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The sound of porcelain shattering against tile should not have been the sound that unraveled her life.But that’s what Eva Mitchell remembered most clearly.The mug slipping from Daniel’s hand. The startled widening of his eyes—like he wanted to laugh at his own clumsiness, maybe apologize for making a mess—before his entire body lurched forward, crashing against the kitchen floor with a sickening thud.“Daniel!” Her scream ripped from her throat raw, torn by panic. She dropped beside him, knees cracking against the hard tiles, her fingers clutching his shoulders, shaking, willing him to move. “Please, wake up, open your eyes—”Nothing.His lips were drained of color, his chest heaving in short, irregular bursts, every breath like it was being stolen from him. His skin felt clammy under her trembling hands, and for one horrifying second, Eva thought she was already holding a corpse.Her phone slipped once before she managed to unlock it, digits blurring through tears. She barely heard

The world didn’t end with a bang, Eva thought—it ended with silence.Daniel lay still on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling only because of the machines. The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator was the only proof that he still existed in the space between life and death. His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on skin that looked paler every day. If she hadn’t known better, she might have thought he was simply sleeping. But sleep carried hope of waking; a coma felt like an endless corridor with no doors.Eva sat beside him, her hand curled over his cold fingers, her body aching from days of sitting in the same chair. She whispered things—memories, pleas, even silly little stories about their neighbors—anything to keep the silence from consuming her.But Daniel never stirred.The first time Adrian walked in that day, she didn’t notice him until his voice broke the fog.“Mrs. Mitchell.”She startled, pulling her hand from Daniel’s as though she’d been caught doing som

Adrian's mouth claimed hers again, more desperate this time — not asking, not questioning, just taking. His hands roamed her body like he’d been starving for her, like every second of restraint had only sharpened the ache now unraveling between them.Eva clung to him — to the heat, the hunger, the madness of the moment. Her back hit the hallway wall, breath catching as he pinned her there with nothing but his body and his need. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, drawing him closer, deeper into the pull neither of them could fight anymore.“Eva…” he growled against her throat, voice rough, strained, sinful.She answered with a gasp, her fingers sliding on his chest, nails grazing his back. Damn, he felt like carved stone under her touch — solid, unshakable, until her hands made him tremble.His lips traced a hot, open trail down her collarbone, sinking lower, devouring every inch of skin like it was his salvation. Her moans weren’t gentle — they were raw, breathy, soaked