Sophia’s hands trembled as she sat in the waiting room beside her husband Mark.
She had tried to cancel the appointment. She had told herself this was the last time. But Dr. Kane’s last text, cold and commanding had made it clear: she would show up, or he would call her husband directly to 'discuss her health.'
So here she was. Sitting next to the man she had vowed to love, while her p***y still ached from the last time Dr. Kane had filled her with his c*m.
Mark smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "Nervous about the results?"
"A little," she whispered, forcing a smile. Guilt twisted like a knife in her chest.
The nurse finally called her name. "Mrs. Reynolds? Dr. Kane is ready for you. Your husband can wait here or come in if you’d like."
Mark stood up. "I’ll come with you, honey."
