My Husband Made Me Drink for His SecretaryChapter 1
On the third day after my abortion, Maxton Lewis said he would take me out to unwind. I didn’t expect him to drive me to a hotel.
The moment he opened the door to the private room, the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air, making me pause.
"Maxton, they forced me to drink, but I’m allergic to alcohol," Priscilla Carter cried.
Maxton wrapped an arm around her protectively and said, "Don’t worry; she will drink the rest for you."
Without warning, he turned to me and shoved me toward the table laden with drinks. I stumbled, catching the table's edge as a bottle tipped over and shattered on the floor.
"Priscilla isn’t feeling well. You drink this for her.”
I clutched my still-aching stomach and looked at him, disbelief flashing in my eyes. "Maxton, you know I just had surgery."
"Cut the act," he sneered, his lips curling cruelly. "Three years ago, you had a stomach bleed and still managed to drink two bottles. Do you think I’d fall for this now?"
The sharp edge of his sarcasm sliced through me like a blade. All the pent-up pain, humiliation and betrayal roared to life inside me, rising like a tidal wave.
I slapped him, the sound echoing in the room like thunder. "Enough," I said, my voice trembling with fury. Without waiting for his reaction, I turned on my heel and walked out, leaving behind the shattered remains of what I once thought was love.
Maxton grabbed my hand, his grip firm. "Solana, don’t get ahead of yourself. Do you really think you’re still pure? You’ve lost the child in your belly. Who would want someone as worthless as you after leaving me? Be good and drink for Priscilla. I still need you."
At that moment, whatever remained of the love I once felt for him shattered into irreparable pieces. Without a word, I chose to walk away.
But later, desperation consumed him. Maxton, once so arrogant, begged like a madman for my return.
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"Wife, don’t hold onto your anger about the child. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. Let me show you."
His voice held a strange sincerity and the smile that had disappeared for so long unexpectedly returned.
Even as my heart ached, lost in the sorrow of what I had endured, I found myself sitting in his car, his promises of a surprise clouding my thoughts.