My Husband Sold Me to His Stepdad’s Clinic - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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That weekend, when I returned to the hospital for treatment, something about Dr. Felix Winston was different.
Before, he'd at least kept up the facade of professionalism—his gaze measured, controlled. But today, his eyes lingered shamelessly, tracing the line of my neck and lower, his expression daring.
My throat tightened.
Felix instructed me to lie down.
His fingers brushed the hem of my dress, but instead of moving where they should have for treatment, they lingered, teasing. The sudden intimacy sent a shock of heat through me, igniting something I'd tried to ignore.
My skin burned, my cheeks flushing crimson. I must have looked utterly undone.
I jerked back, my voice sharp. "Felix!"
He only smirked, leaning in until his breath warmed my ear. "If your husband isn't satisfying you, ma'am, I'd be happy to… assist."
His words sent a current straight down my spine.
Assist me?
Felix's voice was pure sin.
Then his lips were on mine, murmuring words of adoration, his hands growing bolder. My mind blanked. For a heartbeat, I didn't resist as his rough palms slid over my waist.
It had been so long since I'd seen my husband. Lately, my body was a live wire, every touch setting me ablaze. The hunger was unbearable.
Pleasure, dizzying and sweet, threatened to swallow me whole.
"Come see me every day," Felix coaxed, his voice thick. "I'll give you the best treatment."
Breathless, I nodded, my face on fire.
Felix's grin was pure victory.
But just as his hands wandered further, the door crashed open. A swarm of officers stormed in. Felix reeled back, shock flashing across his face.
"Freeze!"
They seized him before he could react.
Felix sputtered, panic creeping into his voice. "I didn't do anything! She wanted this!"
"Save it for the station," an officer snapped.
Felix's head whipped toward me, realization dawning. "You—?"
Slowly, with the help of a female officer, I stood.
I arched a brow. Did he really think I was that naive?
I'd known something was off—the way my body burned, the cravings that came out of nowhere. So I'd gone to another hospital. Run tests. Hired a private investigator.
And what I'd uncovered made my stomach turn.
Felix and my husband were in this together. My husband owed him money. And his solution? Offering me as payment.
All those times my husband had let his stepfather leer at me, push boundaries—it wasn't carelessness. It was deliberate. He'd brought me here.
As for Vincent Lowell? That night at home, he'd intended to assault me. He'd stopped at the last second, but that didn't absolve him.
Felix was shaking now, his face twisted in rage. I didn't care. He'd be rotting in a cell soon enough.
And my husband? His stepfather?
They wouldn't walk away unscathed either.
At the station, my husband collapsed into sobs, begging for mercy.
"Evelyn, I was wrong! I swear, I'll never—"
I yanked my hand away. "Did you ever think about me when you were scheming?"
My voice was ice. "We're done. Don't humiliate yourself further."
"You'll get the divorce papers soon. After this, we're nothing."
The settlement favored me—his fault, his loss.
Vincent Lowell did apologize, shamefaced. But I've never been one for forgiveness.
He'd helped his son destroy me. Even if he hadn't gone through with it, he'd stayed silent.
That whole family made my skin crawl.
Before, he'd at least kept up the facade of professionalism—his gaze measured, controlled. But today, his eyes lingered shamelessly, tracing the line of my neck and lower, his expression daring.
My throat tightened.
Felix instructed me to lie down.
His fingers brushed the hem of my dress, but instead of moving where they should have for treatment, they lingered, teasing. The sudden intimacy sent a shock of heat through me, igniting something I'd tried to ignore.
My skin burned, my cheeks flushing crimson. I must have looked utterly undone.
I jerked back, my voice sharp. "Felix!"
He only smirked, leaning in until his breath warmed my ear. "If your husband isn't satisfying you, ma'am, I'd be happy to… assist."
His words sent a current straight down my spine.
Assist me?
Felix's voice was pure sin.
Then his lips were on mine, murmuring words of adoration, his hands growing bolder. My mind blanked. For a heartbeat, I didn't resist as his rough palms slid over my waist.
It had been so long since I'd seen my husband. Lately, my body was a live wire, every touch setting me ablaze. The hunger was unbearable.
Pleasure, dizzying and sweet, threatened to swallow me whole.
"Come see me every day," Felix coaxed, his voice thick. "I'll give you the best treatment."
Breathless, I nodded, my face on fire.
Felix's grin was pure victory.
But just as his hands wandered further, the door crashed open. A swarm of officers stormed in. Felix reeled back, shock flashing across his face.
"Freeze!"
They seized him before he could react.
Felix sputtered, panic creeping into his voice. "I didn't do anything! She wanted this!"
"Save it for the station," an officer snapped.
Felix's head whipped toward me, realization dawning. "You—?"
Slowly, with the help of a female officer, I stood.
I arched a brow. Did he really think I was that naive?
I'd known something was off—the way my body burned, the cravings that came out of nowhere. So I'd gone to another hospital. Run tests. Hired a private investigator.
And what I'd uncovered made my stomach turn.
Felix and my husband were in this together. My husband owed him money. And his solution? Offering me as payment.
All those times my husband had let his stepfather leer at me, push boundaries—it wasn't carelessness. It was deliberate. He'd brought me here.
As for Vincent Lowell? That night at home, he'd intended to assault me. He'd stopped at the last second, but that didn't absolve him.
Felix was shaking now, his face twisted in rage. I didn't care. He'd be rotting in a cell soon enough.
And my husband? His stepfather?
They wouldn't walk away unscathed either.
At the station, my husband collapsed into sobs, begging for mercy.
"Evelyn, I was wrong! I swear, I'll never—"
I yanked my hand away. "Did you ever think about me when you were scheming?"
My voice was ice. "We're done. Don't humiliate yourself further."
"You'll get the divorce papers soon. After this, we're nothing."
The settlement favored me—his fault, his loss.
Vincent Lowell did apologize, shamefaced. But I've never been one for forgiveness.
He'd helped his son destroy me. Even if he hadn't gone through with it, he'd stayed silent.
That whole family made my skin crawl.
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