All Chapters of The Doctor’s Voluptuous Patient : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nobody spoke for the rest of the drive back to Ethan’s place. The silence wasn’t angry anymore, just heavy, like all three of us were carrying something too big to put into words yet. When we got inside, Damien said he needed to head out, that he had to think, and honestly I think he just needed space. Ethan didn’t argue. He just nodded and told him they’d talk tomorrow. Once the door closed behind Damien, Ethan stood there for a moment, just staring at it, like he was waiting for it to tell him something. “Hey,” I said softly, walking over to him. “You okay?” He let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. “I don’t know what I am right now.” I reached out and took his hand, and he let me, his fingers curling around mine like he needed something to hold onto. “Come sit down,” I said, leading him to the couch. He sat, but he didn’t relax, his elbows braced on his knees, staring at nothing. “My whole life,” he said quietly, “I knew I had a half brothe

Chapter 54 My shift felt endless. The ward was short-staffed again and every time I passed the nurses’ station Sophia found a way to make some petty comment about Ethan or the drama at the hospital. I ignored her. I kept my focus on my patients and counted down the minutes until I could leave. By the time I clocked out my feet ached and my head was pounding from holding everything in. I changed out of my scrubs and stepped outside into the warm night. The parking lot was quiet. I pulled out my phone and tried to get a cab but nothing was available nearby. The last bus had already gone. I stood at the curb for a few minutes, then decided to walk the short distance to the main road where I could flag one down easier. It wasn’t far. I had done it before on late shifts. The sidewalk was mostly empty. Streetlights cast long shadows. I kept my bag close and walked at a steady pace, one hand resting near the small taser I always carried now. I was halfway down the block when a figure step

Chapter 56 Ethan sat in Lila’s living room long after Jasmine had left. Lila had finally fallen asleep on the couch, her body curled toward him, but sleep wouldn’t come for him. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the fear on her face when she told him what Heyes had done. The way her voice shook when she said she was tired of being scared. The bruise already forming on her arm where that bastard had grabbed her. He couldn’t stay still. Carefully, he moved her so she was lying down and covered her with a blanket. She didn’t wake. Ethan stood there for a moment, looking at her, then grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment. He didn’t lock the door behind him. He didn’t even think about where he was going until he was already in the car and driving. He knew Heyes’ address. The man had talked about his sad little house often enough back when he still had a job at the hospital. It sat on the outskirts of town, half-hidden behind overgrown trees. Ethan drove there with both ha

Chapter 58 Ethan drove to his mother’s house early in the evening. He had been putting this conversation off for days, but after everything that had happened with Heyes and the growing tension with his father, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed answers, and he needed them from the one person who might actually tell him the truth. His mother was in the garden when he arrived. She looked up from pruning her roses and smiled when she saw him, though the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She had looked tired for years now, worn down by a marriage that had never given her peace. “Ethan,” she said warmly as he approached. “This is a surprise. Come, sit with me.” They sat on the small bench near the rose bushes. For a moment Ethan didn’t speak. He simply looked at her, trying to find the right way to start. Finally he took a breath and asked the question that had been burning in his chest. “Mom… are Damien and I brothers? Real brothers? Twins?” His mother’s hands stilled on her la

Chapter 60 I met Damien at a small café not far from the hospital. He had texted me earlier asking if we could talk, and something in his message made me drop everything and meet him. Ethan was still dealing with everything that happened with his mother, so I figured this was important. Damien was already there when I arrived, sitting at a corner table with a half-empty cup of coffee in front of him. He looked tired. Not just physically, but like something heavy was sitting on his chest. I slid into the seat across from him and gave him a small smile. “Hey,” I said gently. “You okay?” He let out a short, humorless laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not really. But thanks for coming.” I waited, giving him space. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “I’ve been thinking a lot since we found out about that photo. About everything I’ve always believed.” He paused, staring into his coffee like it had answers. “It’s fucking with my head, Lila. What if every