I barged inside our house to face my mother who, like a complete bitch, laughed with a smirk when I confronted her, without any feeling of regret or shame on her perfectly made-up face. "'What now, Bianca? Going to tell Daddy?' she taunted. 'I'm in love with another man, and guess what? His dick is better than your father's. Not that you'd understand such things, Miss Prude.'" Her words cut deep, not just for their cruelty but because she clearly saw me as a child still.
I told my father everything when he returned, my hands shaking as I spilled years of secrets. He barely said a word in response. "'I see,'" was all he managed. I guess that he had gone completely numb after years of pretending. He had known all along, but if people knew openly, if it was acknowledged, it changed things fundamentally. "'Dad, you can't let her get away with this,' I pleaded." It was at that moment that I decided something drastic. If my father wouldn't take revenge on Dr. Adrian, I would do so on his behalf. "'Someone has to make this right,'" I thought.
I made a detailed plan to make this man mine, to seduce him completely, to make my mother face her worst nightmare, to have her feel just one drop of the pain that she'd inflicted on my father over the years. "'Know your enemy,' I told myself as I worked." I collected data about Dr. Adrian like a stalker—his schedule, his habits, where he shopped, what he drove. But I didn't see him in person until that first day, in his office, when I scheduled an unnecessary appointment. Things had gone well then, better than expected, but to be honest, I'd felt scared when those examining room doors closed. "'Deep breaths,' I'd told myself." I'd known that he was touching me inappropriately during the examination, his hands lingering too long, but I didn't show him that I noticed or minded. "'Just like that, Doctor,' I'd said innocently. I didn't want to scare him off or make him defensive. That being said, his obvious affection for me and my body scared me half to death—the hunger in his eyes was almost predatory. 'What have I gotten myself into?'" I wondered briefly. But there was no way to go back now. I had decided to make him mine, to ruin him, and that was still the plan, no matter the cost. "'Eyes on the prize,' I reminded myself. Even if I had to lose my virginity to him, I would do it without hesitation. Even if I had to marry him eventually, I would go through with it. 'Whatever it takes,' I swore. In the end, my mother needed to drink from her own poisoned glass and pay for her sins."
As it had been the day before, I was his last patient on the schedule, which was perfect for my plans. "'No interruptions,' I thought with satisfaction." I blew a long breath to steady my nerves. I waited inside my car for a long time, watching people leave the medical building one by one. I wanted to be the last one there to be able to take my time with him and set my hooks deeper. "'Showtime,' I finally said, checking my makeup one last time." I took the elevator up to his floor, encouraging myself that I could do it. For my father. "'This is justice,'" I whispered as the numbers climbed. My mother had said recently that she would ask my father for a divorce for that man, for Dr. Adrian, after twenty-five years of marriage. "'Can you believe it? I'm finally going to be happy,' she'd announced, as if her happiness was all that mattered." I can't imagine my father getting old so early, his hair already graying at the temples, and all because he had married a whore like my mother who drained the life from him year by year. He had worked hard to give her a luxurious life with everything she could want. "'He built you an empire,' I wanted to scream at her. He didn't deserve any of this pain and humiliation. Even if he was secretly a homosexual, something I still couldn't fully process, he didn't deserve to be treated this way, to be betrayed repeatedly and openly."
Finally, I stepped inside the clinic, my heels clicking confidently on the tile floor. The nurse greeted me with a professional smile, and I did the same back, faking a polite warmth I didn't feel. "'Good afternoon. I have an appointment with Dr. Adrian,' I said sweetly." A minute later, she asked me to go inside his office. She didn't open the door for me, just gestured toward it. She was obviously getting ready to go home for the day, gathering her purse and keys. "'Perfect timing,' I thought." I knocked on the door first, gentle taps with my knuckles, and then I walked in without waiting for permission. Dr. Adrian stood up nervously from behind his desk, straightening his tie. He gave me a blank look, as if he didn't imagine that I would've shown up after yesterday, which was fair given the circumstances. "She came back." I could almost hear him thinking. He was definitely not acting ethically with patients, and he knew it. We both knew it. I smiled my most disarming smile. "'Hello, Dr. Adrian,' I said, my voice soft but clear." He nodded once, formal and stiff. "'Hello, Ms. Martin.' He emphasized my title, 'Ms.,' creating distance between us."
I walked inside confidently and sat down in the patient's chair across from him, crossing my legs slowly. "'Dr. Adrian,' I began, but he cut me off before I could continue." He raised his eyebrows and said, "'Call me Angelo, please.' His voice softened slightly, offering this small intimacy. I nodded and smiled lightly, like this pleased me. "'Yes,' I said, trying the name on my tongue. 'Angelo. could you please give me some time to explain? I've been talking with one of my friends and I got scared about what you did during my checkup yesterday.' I twirled a strand of hair around my finger nervously."