My Husband Sold Me to His Stepdad’s Clinic - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I let out a slow breath, sinking into Daniel's embrace like warm honey, but the ache between my thighs stayed sharp, impossible to ignore.
When I asked him for help, I never imagined—
Daniel actually suggested I see his stepfather, Vincent Lowell, for treatment.
My face twisted in shock.
What? Vincent Lowell?
Rage flared in my chest. "Daniel Roscente, have you completely lost it?!"
"He's a man! How the hell am I supposed to let him examine me like that?"
I was furious, speechless, barely stopping myself from bolting off the bed.
But Daniel didn't waver, his voice calm but firm. "Listen, sweetheart. Dad's a genius in gynecology. If we don't trust him with this, imagine how much it'd hurt him."
I hesitated.
He had a point.
Taking advantage of my silence, he pulled me closer, his hands settling on my waist. "Doctors don't see gender, Evelyn. And Dad's one of the best in the country. Most women would kill for a consultation with him."
"No. Absolutely not. Daniel, be serious! This is Vincent. How could this ever be okay?"
My face burned with frustration as I shut him down again.
Logically, I got it. But emotionally? The idea of his stepfather poking around down there made my stomach turn.
Still, Daniel wasn't lying. Vincent was legendary—especially in gynecology. Some called him a miracle worker.
If I went to any other hospital in the city, word would get back to him eventually. And vaginal agenesis? Rare. Maybe untreatable anywhere else.
Dread twisted inside me. I crossed my arms, sulking. "I'd rather deal with the pain than this humiliation."
But the next day...
When I asked him for help, I never imagined—
Daniel actually suggested I see his stepfather, Vincent Lowell, for treatment.
My face twisted in shock.
What? Vincent Lowell?
Rage flared in my chest. "Daniel Roscente, have you completely lost it?!"
"He's a man! How the hell am I supposed to let him examine me like that?"
I was furious, speechless, barely stopping myself from bolting off the bed.
But Daniel didn't waver, his voice calm but firm. "Listen, sweetheart. Dad's a genius in gynecology. If we don't trust him with this, imagine how much it'd hurt him."
I hesitated.
He had a point.
Taking advantage of my silence, he pulled me closer, his hands settling on my waist. "Doctors don't see gender, Evelyn. And Dad's one of the best in the country. Most women would kill for a consultation with him."
"No. Absolutely not. Daniel, be serious! This is Vincent. How could this ever be okay?"
My face burned with frustration as I shut him down again.
Logically, I got it. But emotionally? The idea of his stepfather poking around down there made my stomach turn.
Still, Daniel wasn't lying. Vincent was legendary—especially in gynecology. Some called him a miracle worker.
If I went to any other hospital in the city, word would get back to him eventually. And vaginal agenesis? Rare. Maybe untreatable anywhere else.
Dread twisted inside me. I crossed my arms, sulking. "I'd rather deal with the pain than this humiliation."
But the next day...
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