The guilt had been crushing Sophia for days.
She barely ate, she couldn’t focus on her studies.
Every quiet moment, her mind replayed all the risky, beautiful, forbidden moments with Dr. Reed, the office, the car, his apartment, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.
The pleasure was incredible, but the shame that followed was getting heavier.
That evening, after staring at her phone for almost an hour, she finally typed the message with tears blurring her vision:
“Ethan, we need to stop. This is getting too dangerous. The rumors at the clinic are getting worse. I care about you too much to let you ruin your career because of me. I’m sorry. Please don’t reply.”
She sent it and turned her phone completely off, curling up on her couch with her knees pulle
