All Chapters of Serving My Husband His Own Medicine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Hannah.I keep saying it in my head because it’s the only thing in this room that feels true. If I stop, I’ll dissolve into the floorboards of the house Daniel built to bury me in. Daniel stood by the bed, hands in his pockets, looking at me like a problem he could solve with clever wording. The phone was back in his pocket, but the images were burned into my eyelids: Samuel’s smile, the diamond ring, and the way Daniel looked at Grace...like she was the sun."Hannah," he said in that smooth tone that used to make me feel safe. Now, it made my skin crawl. "You’re making a scene out of a misunderstanding. You’re jumping to crazy conclusions.""Misunderstanding?" My voice was thin, like paper about to tear. "I saw the messages, Daniel. I saw the ring you bought her while I wore five-dollar thrift store shirts because you said we had to save for our future."He rubbed his forehead, looking exhausted. "That ring is a long-term plan. I didn't want to tell you until everything wa

I woke up because my eyes were open. No alarm, no warmth... just the realization that the world hadn’t ended while I slept. I lay there for a long time, my heart was feeling like a heavy stone in my ribs. I stared at a crack in the ceiling I’d never noticed before. My body felt like it was made of wet sand, too heavy to move, but my mind was already racing.Down the hall, the sounds of the morning started. I heard the clink of a spoon hitting a mug. It used to be a sound of peace. Now? It sounded like a hammer hitting a nail into a coffin. Every time metal hit ceramic, my teeth ached.I sat up and reached for the cardigan on the chair. My fingers found the stiff corner of the business card. Alexander Mercer.Yesterday, that man...the guy Daniel treated like a god...had seen me at my lowest. He’d seen the ugly wreckage. He’d heard me call his best employee an asshole. And he had agreed. I didn't feel like crying today. I felt like a machine.I got out of bed, my joints feeling stiff. I

Daniel's POV. I noticed it the moment I woke up. The bed was cold.That shouldn't have mattered, but it did. Hannah never woke up before me. For three years, she waited for me to move first, like the house itself needed my permission to breathe.I checked the bathroom. Empty. No damp towel on the rack. No sound of the shower. I felt a small nudge of annoyance in my chest. This was new behavior. New behavior meant a mess, and I hated messes.I figured she was sulking. Yesterday had been ugly. She’d followed me to Grace’s, made a scene, and embarrassed herself. I expected a note on the counter...something small and apologetic.There was nothing. The coffee machine was dark. No breakfast. No Hannah.I scoffed and straightened my cufflinks. She would come around. She always did. She had nowhere else to go and no money to get there.Work would reset things.By the time I pulled into the office, my irritation had settled. This was my world. Here, people listened. Here, people knew I was th

Alex's POV. "Sit down, Daniel."I didn’t look up from the folder on my desk. I let him stand there in the center of the room while I finished reading a memo that didn’t matter. I could hear his breathing...fast, shallow, the sound of a man who was about to lose his mind but was trying to keep his tie straight.Daniel Vance had been one of my top performers. Or so I thought. Looking at him now, I didn't see a rising star. I saw a man who looked like he’d been hit by a truck and was still trying to convince the driver he was fine."Alex, we need to talk about the... situation," Daniel started. He didn't sit. He paced a small line in front of my desk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Hannah. My wife. I don't know what she told you, or how she convinced you to put her in that seat, but you have to understand her condition."I finally closed the folder. I leaned back, my chair giving a small groan, and just watched him. I didn’t say a word. Silence is a funny thing; it makes peopl

Hannah's POV. I stared at Grace for a long time.My heart was thumping hard against my ribs, but I didn’t let my hands shake. I kept them buried in the soft silk of my robe. The house felt too quiet, except for the sound of Daniel in the kitchen, moving plates around like he was trying to pretend he couldn't hear us.Grace was smiling. It was a nasty, jagged look. She thought she had me. She thought that by bringing up my father, she had found the one thing that would make me crawl back into my hole."What's the matter, Hannah?" Grace asked. She stepped closer, still holding Samuel. The little boy looked tired, his head was resting on her shoulder. "Did you forget that part of the story? The part where you signed the papers that put your own father in a cell? You think Alexander Mercer wants a woman who destroys her own blood?"I didn't blink. I let her talk. I let her feel like the winner for ten more seconds. I watched her eyes sparkle with the idea of taking me down."You're very