What could be worse than your husband telling you you're free to find another man just so he can have an excuse to pursue you? I don't know what could be worse.
"Good morning, Nina?" Doctor Pierre's voice interrupted my morning reverie. I turned to face him, who was smiling gently at me.
"Good morning, Doctor Pierre?" I greeted him, trying to act normal and professional. For a moment, I recalled the illicit relationship we'd had in his office. Although I regretted the sinful act I'd committed, for some reason I couldn't lie to myself that I'd thoroughly enjoyed it.
"You look lethargic today, are you sick?"
"No, I'm fine, Doctor! I'm just a little sleep-deprived."
"Sleep-deprived? Then come to my office this afternoon, I'll check on you!" He said as he walked away to his office.
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