Todos los capítulos de Forbidden: Craving My Mother's Husband : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 4

The smell of the hospital never really leaves you. It’s a specific, sterile stench of antiseptic and floor wax that clings to the back of your throat, mixing with the metallic tang of fear that lives in the waiting room. My father, Abel, isn't just sick; he is being consumed. Cancer is a greedy, silent tenant that has moved into his bones and refuses to pay rent, eating away at him until the man who used to lift me over his head is now a collection of sharp angles and yellowing skin. I watch the machines beep in a rhythmic, monotonous drone, counting the dollars of his survival with every pulse. It’s a brutal, slow-motion execution that drains the bank account faster than it drains the life from his eyes. I’ve lost track of the exact number, but the weekly tests alone are a vampire. Four thousand dollars for a scan that tells us nothing but "wait and see." The chemotherapy cycles, the anti-nausea meds, the hospital stays—they stack up into a mountain of debt that crushes my chest

I grip the silver tray tighter, my knuckles turning white against the polished metal. The heavy crystal glass of the vintage Merlot wobbles slightly, the dark red liquid swirling dangerously close to the rim. I need this and I need the tip that might come with it if I can play my cards right. The hospital bill for my father is sitting on my kitchen counter like a death sentence, a terrifying number that grows every single day. The chemotherapy is eating him alive, and the insurance is a joke. I’m not here to party; I’m not here to get my pussy wet or find some dick to ride for the night. I’m here to survive. I weave through the mass of writhing bodies, dodging a groping hand that reaches for my waist and ignoring the drunk guy slurring about how much he wants to fuck my mouth. My eyes are locked on the VIP section in the back, specifically the booth occupied by the man who just walked in an hour ago. Even from across the room, he commands attention. He’s sitting alone, which is ra