Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

back exactly the way it was, then she made sure the room

looked untouched before shutting the door and walking back

downstairs.

The knock at the door took her by surprise as her foot

touched down on the foyer landing. She looked behind her,

wondering if there were cameras and it was the police out

there, but no. No, she was being silly.

The doctor. That’s probably him.

She rushed to the door, and sure enough, she found a

middle-aged man, younger than his voice made him sound,

standing on the huge stone step.

“Please, come in,” she choked. “I’ll get Giana. Where

would you like to examine her?” It sounded so wrong. She

wouldn’t want to be examined like that. Left alone with some

guy in a huge house. She had a moment of compassion when

she remembered the terror she saw in Giana’s green eyes when

she kept saying she needed to go to the hospital. Was that cold

front she’d seen earlier hiding pain that went right to her

center? Or did Giana just not like hospitals like lots of people

disliked them? She’d only very reluctantly agreed to the doctor

coming as a lesser of two evils, it seemed.

“Yes. On the couch in the living room maybe?”

“Alright. I’ll tell her you’re here.”

It was time to put on her best fake fiancée face. Not that

Coralyn had any idea what that looked like. She was panicked

as she walked down the hall to the huge bathroom. The lump

in her throat felt like a boulder when she knocked. Her heart

clenched in her chest. She was doing this for her dad, but he’d

be so ashamed of her. He’d taught her to be honest. To fight

for truth and to stand up for good, right things.