Charity writes
My husband has never touched me since we got married.
I told myself it was stress, work or a phase…But it wasn't.
What it did to me, I didn't have a name for — until my body started making decisions my mind never agreed to.
So I went looking for medical help.
I found Dr. Horace Adams instead.
One examination. One look from him.
And I walked out of that hospital feeling like he'd seen straight through me … and enjoyed every second of it.
I told myself I'd never see him again.
Then I found out what my husband had really been doing behind closed doors.
And the next morning, my new CEO walked into the office.
It was him…I mean the doctor that had examined my body.
This time, he kept me close. Closer than a CEO has any business keeping his assistant.
He calls it therapy.
But I call it something I'm too afraid to say out loud.
I have a husband at home who doesn't want me.
And a man at work who isn't supposed to — but does.
I told myself I could resist him.
But then, I was wrong about that too.
Something is happening between us. Something neither of us can stop.
And it's only a matter of time before it destroys everything I thought I knew about myself.
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