Doctor’s Revenge

Chapter Six

Anna Greene was a woman I held a long-standing grudge against. I hated her to the point that I researched and planned how to get revenge on her. My father had been cheating on my mother repeatedly with Anna Greene, and what pained me most was that they weren't even hiding it. Instead, they went on several dates without caring if they were caught.

I recalled that she mentioned she had a daughter who was also in the medical field.

When I was in medical school, my father came to visit me, and I was so happy. I rushed to the visiting hall, hoping to see both my father and my mother.

To my utter shock, I saw my father, not with my mother, but with Anna Greene. He was arranging her clothes, specifically trying to cover her cleavage.

The sight hit me like a physical blow. I was stunned, frozen in place, as if an invisible force had commanded me to stop. There was no mistake in it, this woman looked nothing like my mother. My heart sank, a leaden weight in my chest.

I thought maybe she was just a friend he had coincidentally met. Perhaps there was an innocent explanation. But that hopeful thought quickly evaporated as I heard their voices, the words coming from their mouths. They weren't speaking like casual acquaintances; their tone, their intimacy, screamed otherwise.

"These big breasts of yours always tempt me to suck and suck them over and over again," my father teased her as he pulled up her top to cover her cleavage.

"Naughty boy!" Anna said, smiling while tapping the bulge under his pants.

"Huh!" my father exclaimed, leaning towards her ear and whispering something to her. They both smiled lavishly.

I stood there, emotions swirling inside me. I didn't know what to feel anymore. Shock, shame, and a burning anger all clung to my body. I felt a literal internal inferno, as if I were consumed by flames.

How could they be so shameless? How could they perform such an intimate display in public, in a place where other parents were with their innocent children? The audacity was beyond comprehension. The thought repeated in my mind, a desperate question echoing in the silent hall.

Fuming with uncontrollable anger, my first instinct was to simply turn and go back to my hostel without acknowledging them. I couldn't bear another second in their presence. But just as I turned to leave, a voice cut through the haze of my emotions.

"Alex!" I heard my name, clear and distinct. My heart leaped, and I turned to see who it was. It was my coursemate, waving to me from where he stood with his parents. My father looked up and saw me.

"Son," he called me, waving for me to come closer, all the while trying to pretend as if I hadn't seen anything. I forced myself to walk towards them, a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Hey, Dad," I managed to say, my voice strained. I gave him a quick hug, and then, unable to resist, I asked about my mother.

"Your mother is doing good," he replied, his tone too casual.

"She's doing well while you're here with another woman," I thought to myself, the words a silent accusation, burning holes through my forced calm.

"Nice meeting you, Alex. I've heard a lot about you from your father," Anna's voice, chimed in. I didn't even bother to look at her. My gaze remained fixed on my father.

"Who is she?" I asked, my voice flat, my face unable to hide my curiosity

"Oh, she's Anna. Her family lives in our neighborhood, and her daughter is also here in medical school, so we came together," my father replied, his explanation sounding rehearsed.

For a brief moment, I was about to calm down. Perhaps my assumptions about them were wrong. Maybe there was a plausible, innocent explanation.

But as I was trying to clarify it in my mind, to give him the benefit of the doubt, I saw it. A hand, Anna's hand, reached for my dad's bulge. She was caressing him, her fingers subtly moving, and simultaneously biting her lower lip while looking straight into my father's eyes.

"What? In my presence?" The thought exploded in my mind, a scream of disbelief. They were openly engaging in such intimate acts right in front of me. The casualness of their illicit affection was a brutal assault on my senses.

Staying there was no longer an option. It was unbearable. I quickly took the provisions my father had brought for me and, without another word, left them there.

But as I turned to leave, my eyes caught a glimpse of a girl. She turned with a sudden force, as if she, too, was burning furiously inside, and then she left. I couldn't see her face or recognize her, but her reaction mirrored my profound disgust.

This searing incident became the second crucial reason for my approach to women. It cemented my decision to play with women without ever taking them seriously.

I would have s*x with them as if I were punishing them, as if they were Anna's stand-ins, receiving the retribution I so desperately wanted to inflict on her.

But just punishing them, wasn't enough. The urge for true vengeance on Anna still simmered beneath the surface. I planned on how to truly get back at her, without much thought of having her daughter in my scheme.

“ But what?”

"Here she is, in my hospital, a virgin!" I exclaimed, the words bursting from me as I laughed, spinning in my chair.

A strange, dark satisfaction began to bloom within me. It felt like an opportune twist of fate, a divine intervention, perhaps.

"Is this how God works?" I pondered, a cynical smile playing on my lips.