"Honey, aren't you going to eat first?" Mike greeted me. He was still wearing an apron while he had a ladle in his hand in the kitchen. "I'm going to eat with you. This dish I cooked is your favorite!"

"I'm tired, Mike. I want to sleep." I immediately went upstairs to go to our room.

Apart from the fact that we're still not okay because of the fight that happened last night, I still can't get along with my husband because I'm so tired. Imagine that I came from the mountain to check-up on the elderly there and the children, and even their pets and provide vaccination for them... Well, every time I go to that place, my energy becomes very low when arriving home.

So, I just ignored my husband's effort to cook me my favorite dish—of course, his specialty is chicken adobo.

"Andrea?" The bedroom door opened, and Mike was spat out, who was no longer wearing an apron. "Are you still madding at me? Do you still doubt me that I have another woman?"

"Forget about that. I'm tired-"

"With so much work I have to do as a public-school teacher, how could you think that I still have time to find another woman without realizing the excessive workloads I have? Because my monthly salary is lower than yours, do you think you are doing more than me? That you are busier than me? That I have more time to find another woman than you? That between us, I have so much time to find a way to cheat in our relationship than you?"

I think I don't sound like I'm attracting him to start an argument with me... but he's the one starting it. What I really meant by saying I'm tired is really my desire to have some rest... and yet, he is fighting with me now.

"Mike, stop. I did not say anything like that-"

"I'm sorry. I just got carried away." Fortunately, he calmed down and sat down next to me. He held my hands and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."

"We're both tired, I knew it. You're tired from school and I... I'm tired from the hospital. I know both our minds and bodies are drained for today, so please... let's just rest. Just reschedule our fight."

"No... I don't want us having an argument... ever again. Please?"

Mike started showering me with kisses all over my face... and the next, to my body. This is perhaps the way he wanted both of us to get some rest—by making our night extra hot and spicy. Although... I also missed having sex with him. We were too busy with our jobs to the point that we lost time for our own needs... and good thing... Tonight we didn't fight anymore. Because tonight, we're trying to make another member of our family.

"Do you really want this to continue?" he asked. When he is enjoying my body while his hands are squeezing my breast, that's the time he asked and caused a sudden interruption. "I thought you wanted to rest?" he asked teasingly.

"Your cock will possibly get mad if we stop this." I didn't let myself be beat by Mike. I retaliated against her teasing. "Less talk, please. And more... kiss and touch."

After all we have already started the night to be warm, we will continue it. As my body felt so hot, while Mike bathed me with a kiss on the lips, and he even licked my face with her wet tongue, I let my hands take off my uniform—and I just noticed just now that I'm still wearing my lab coat.

When I finally undressed myself, only my underwear remained. Now that the wind is blowing against my skin, I can feel my hairs stand up at the tingling sensation on my skin. The kissing has continued. Mike laid my body on the bed, and he placed his body on top. He violently took off his clothes as well as his pants, and only the boxer shorts he was wearing were left attached on his body—hiding his huge cock.

I was tickled by Mike kissing my body. The next thing he did, he's licking my nipple down to my tummy... and that was the best feeling while we did this... sexual intercourse.

My body was raised, and my eyes were left perked up when he couldn't wait to insert his finger into my vagina. Licking while entering his finger down to my core, I moaned in pain, and at the same time moaned in pleasure.

"Please... don't stop," I moaned.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself moaning loudly. Because Gian was in the other room, and when I moaned louder the boy might wake up. It's already late at night and I'm sure my young man is fast asleep.

"It hurts a little at first-"

"No need to inform me about that. It's our second time doing this. Just... put it in." I was laughing the whole time while my eyes were glued to his big and long dick.

I was damn waiting for this moment a bit longer. And now that it's going to happen... that I was left staring at Mike as he slowly inserted it into me, there was a time when I winced at the pain I felt when I felt its head enter... until half of the body entered... and until he was able to push it... I admit even though it was the second time we did it, it still really hurt.

Our bodies swayed together as Mike began to move. Of course, at first, he was going in and out slowly... but then when my body got used to the pain again... it changed nicely... I want him to move faster.

"Thrust me more... faster..." I moaned again.

"Ugh!"

"Faster!"

"Ugh! Yeah... that's right!"

What we both do is crazy. I lose my mind every time we do this. It's like I can't see anything but white. My eyes do nothing but stare. And the speed with which Mike rode me until we reached the sky... his juice entering me served as the exciting part of our wet night. Breathlessly, our bodies separated from each other. We are both wet. My vagina was still throbbing after the action that happened... and I was like...

"How I wish... we can do this more often."

The smile on my lips disappeared when I suddenly realized that it seemed impossible to happen. Both of our jobs require our whole life to spend with. And those scenes... they only happen once in a blue moon.

So, sometimes I wonder... what if Mike's body suddenly seeks sex? When I'm not available... Does he go to another woman to meet his needs?

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the salon with me, doc? Don't you miss having wavy hair?" Helena, one of my close friends who married the CEO visited me at the clinic today. "No offense meant, but I always noticed your hair having split ends. Looks like your hair really needs a professional salon!"

"I use a hair treatment on my hair, Helen. Not only is the effect very fast, but I can stand it if I must wait two to three weeks for its effectiveness. That's perfectly fine with me," I hissed, not actually being offended with what she had said.

I'm overconfident to brag about the product I use on my hair to her just to let her know I won't be dependent on hairstylists at the salon anymore. I don't know if it's just me who doesn't like letting someone touch any part of my body except myself... and of course my husband. As much as possible, I want to take care of my body myself rather than relying on other people to do that work.

"I'm just worried about you. Maybe because when you start to look older than your age because of focusing more on your work, your husband would lose his interest in you." I think she was threatening me. "I mean... Let's be realistic here, Doc Andeng. We know that today's men get bored easily. They will eventually lose their taste in us or find us boring, plain and not giving them thrill and chills anymore if they begin not liking our face or body no more, and then they begin to find another woman who has a different mold and smells fresh."

I lost focus on writing the prescription because of the idea that Helen brought to my mind. Because Mike and I were fine last night, I supposed. The two of us have had sex, and I assume things between us have been fixed.

And there comes Helen... visiting me at my clinic to give me another reason to overthink.

"That's why I'm asking for your consultation, and that's why I'm here. I intend to do breast enhancement. Do you recommend me having one? Then how big should I add?" she replied laughingly. "You know... I need professional advice before I continue this, so I'm trying to ask for your help."

"Uh..." My brain went completely blank. My focus was really broken a while ago because of what Helen mentioned to me. "Is your husband the reason you want breast enhancement?"

"He's always the reason why I retouch my body, isn't he?" She's talking as if she's being proud of how desperate she has been, all because of her husband. "I noticed that he doesn't seem happy to have sex with me every time I try to entice him to do it. I'm looking at the factor, maybe he's no longer satisfied with the size my breasts have or the fluffiness it gives to him... and, uh... that's why I thought of investing money for this."

Because I don't really know what I should answer, I just agreed to whatever she wanted. It is Helen's right to do whatever she wants to do with her body, because after all, it's her body.

"Whatever choice you have for your body, go for it. As a medical practitioner, I don't see anything wrong if you choose to continue the surgery. If you know that it will be good for you and your husband, well... to make him satisfied by fvcking you... it's up to you."

"That's not the only reason why I prefer to be young in my husband's eyes." Helen kept laughing at me without realizing that it was time for her to leave my clinic. She is not my only patient. "We know that men lose their interest in their women so quickly. They are very quick to be tempted by girls who are fresher than you, so for them to stop looking into another woman aside from you... well, you must be fresh yourself and look young in his eyes, right?"

She also bid her goodbye to me after talking not so necessary words. I don't know if I still need to waste my time thinking about what Helen is saying to me or just ignore those? Where in fact, those are not helpful but more likely she's giving me reasons to doubt my husband even more. After the night he fvcked me, my doubts about him disappeared like a bubble, eh. The case comes back suddenly because Helen told me something I should overthink again.

"Doc, did you hear what I said?"

I was brought back from my trance when I heard the new patient in front of me speak. For a moment, my brain went blank because of what Helen told me... which really bothered me a lot.

"I'm sorry. What are you feeling again?"

"Uh... I said I was feeling sick. Then I haven't experienced a menstrual period for two months," said a young woman. And after all, she looks mature for a young girl. "I was worried that something bad might be happening to me, so I ran in here."

"Have you tested yourself for a possible pregnancy?"

She shook his head at me. "I'm afraid to do it. Maybe it's just a hallucination that I'm going to get pregnant, and when I find out that it's confirmed that I'm pregnant, I'm scared that my parents would know about this."

"So, what's the sense of going here? To ask me to diagnose you that you have another illness aside from the fact that you're showing symptoms of early pregnancy?"

While she's just being silent, I just shake my head at people like her... who don't want to get pregnant because their parents might reject them, but that's also their fault. They don't even use protection during sex if they aren't ready to become parents.

"I'm afraid you are," I said. "Unless you accept your situation, we will definitely be able to proceed with the next processes. For now, you have to test yourself to confirm."

I handed her a pregnancy test which is always available in my clinic. For possible cases of patients who don't know they are pregnant based on the symptoms their body is trying to show them, my clinic is always ready for those kinds of incidents.

Just in case, I wondered why she didn't want to pick up the PT lying on the table.

"Let me ask you a question," I said to get the woman's attention. "Have you gone into sexual intercourse recently?"

"You say I'm showing symptoms of early pregnancy, and now you're trying to ask have I had sex with someone?" She laughed at me while rolling her eyes at me.

"In my fifteen years in the medical field, none from my patients have been rude to me-"

"Okay, I'm sorry," she apologized. "Of course, I had sex with someone recently. That's why I'm afraid that maybe when it's confirmed that I'm pregnant... Apart from my parents, I'm also afraid that the father of my baby... I'm afraid he won't choose us."

"Why does he have to choose?"

"He has his own family. He has a son and a wife. He's a married man. And I'm still not sure that if he finds out that he got me pregnant, he'll be ready to trade his family for his son and me. He'll be willing to leave his own family and just choose us and his baby with me... and we'll start a new life."

I suddenly got stuck in the process of organizing the folders in my table cabinet. I immediately returned to my composure and made myself presentable as I looked at my patient with fear on her face.

Because if my beginning doubts are not mistaken, maybe this young lady I was facing is a mistress.

"You will not have a good future by being a mistress. And I'm saying this not just because I'm a doctor. I also have my own family and it's just sad that you would choose to be a mistress rather than a woman that is being brought to the altar. You'll never experience the feeling of being a legal wife if you remain that man's mistress." If this woman thinks that I'm interfering in her life, then go on. As much as possible, I will find ways to stop those mistresses making themselves multiply.

"May it be a legal wife or a mistress, I don't care. If I know we love each other, I won't let him down. I will not break our relationship," she said firmly and went to the bathroom inside my clinic carrying the PT.

When she disappeared in front of me, I just made sure I found the time to breathe easy. Since I realized that she got pregnant by a married man... and that she is a mistress, my brain never stopped overthinking again and again. Add to that, one thing I noticed about her—that her lips are wearing lipstick the same color as the lipstick I found in Mike's pants pocket.

There is a big possibility that it might just be a coincidence. It's not just because only one person can have the same shade of lipstick that I saw on my husband. But as a desperate wife trying hard to find the truth and nearly got crazy a little more push, I just can't control myself thinking that the woman who got pregnant by a married man and whom she loves so much...

What if it's Mike?

"Here it is, doc." My overthinking was severely interrupted when the PT was placed on my table. "How long do I have to wait?"

"It's just a moment."

I didn't have to wait long for the PT the woman used to have results. It was only later that it showed the result... It shows two red lines... which means she is indeed positive for pregnancy.

"It should be great news to you that you're pregnant..." I returned the PT to her and showed her the result. "But I'm afraid the result is not as great news to you now, I believe."

I felt sorry for her when I saw tears forming in her eyes. She may not be vocal with me, but as I have many patients that I interact with... sometimes I can read my patient's mind by just looking at them. And with the young lady I'm facing right now... it's really bad news for her to know that she's pregnant.

Of course, that was a shame for her parents once they knew that the father of their daughter's baby happened to be a married man.

"I'll go first, doc," she said and stood up from the chair.

I couldn't stop her even though there was one more thing I wanted to tell her—that I hope she wouldn't reach the point where she would decide that just so she wouldn't disgrace their family name, she would abort the child.

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"She said she had a stroke, mars. She couldn't bear to know that her husband has another woman, so there she was... she used to treat the patients and now she's the patient who shall take care of," Kath told me. She is one of my friends who is also a doctor.

"Attorney Herbert got a mistress? I don't think that's believable?"

Because I personally know Meann's wife, the one who had a stroke and a doctor with us in the field. Herbert has been loyal to Meann since his college days!

"Since when did those men have done a good thing? They have not changed. They are not consistent. They make good only at the beginning." I felt the bitterness in Kath's dialogue. "I know what you're thinking, huh? I am not bitter." She rolled her eyes at me then.

"You're bitter about the part where you generalize that men are good at first. Maybe not all, mars," I defended. Of course, I have a husband, and I want to defend that Mike is different from cheating men. "If I were you... you'd go and find yourself a boyfriend! In that way, you stopped yourself being bitter in someone's relationship!" I teased her.

"First of all, I'm not bitter. I'm not jealous if I'm the only unmarried doctor in the hospital. If all of you have your own family, and I'm the only one who doesn't, I don't care! I still won't change my view of the men in the world who, after promising so many things in their marriage with his wife, will still dare to cheat and womanize!"

"So, look at Meann? Isn't what happened to him pitiful, Andeng? If we who know Herbert didn't think he would cheat on Meann, what more to his wife?" Kath is still not giving up on her argument. "So don't be too complacent about your husband, mars. Your husband cried at your wedding, didn't he? Herbert also cried at his wedding with Meann. Do you see the sign-"

"You're not funny if you're joking!"

"I'm not kidding." She put her arm around me and led me to the window of the second floor. Kath was pointing something at me down the window. "It's Mike, isn't it?"

My eyes narrowed as I watched the man's face carefully. He was wearing a cap so I couldn't see his face properly, but if we talk about body shape, he looked like my husband.

He was carrying a bag—that shoulder bag that was small and just right for a woman. He was handing it to the car door, but suddenly Mike backed away when the car opened, and a woman came out of the door. She approached Mike and quickly kissed him before she went inside again with a smile—and from here I could see the woman's face—because I can't make a mistake about that woman who came here to the clinic and cried when she found out she was pregnant... And now I find out that she was my husband's mistress.

Until now, I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Earlier, I felt very sad for the woman who showed herself as my patient after finding out that it is clearly confirmed that she is positive in pregnancy. I sympathize with her. I almost thought I know the struggle she's been facing for being afraid of telling her parents about how complex her situation is now... only to find out that young lady is Mike's mistress?!