My Husband Made Me Drink for His Secretary After Abortion — Novel

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In the aftermath of a devastating loss, Solana finds herself trapped in a marriage that feels more like a prison than a partnership. Maxton, her husband, seems to relish in her pain, forcing her into humiliating situations that shake her sense of self. As she grapples with the emotional and physical scars of her recent abortion, the facade of their love crumbles, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about Maxton—and herself.

When a night out spirals into chaos, Solana faces a crossroads: will she continue to endure the torment of a man who once promised her the world, or will she find the strength to walk away from the shattered pieces of their relationship? As Maxton's true colors emerge, the stakes rise, and Solana must confront not just her husband's cruelty but the haunting echoes of her own worth.

With each confrontation, the tension mounts—can Solana reclaim her power, or will she remain trapped in a cycle of betrayal and despair? As the line between love and manipulation blurs, the question looms: how much is she willing to sacrifice for a love that has turned toxic? In a world where loyalty is tested and promises are broken, Solana must forge a path toward healing, or risk losing herself entirely.

My Husband Made Me Drink for His SecretaryChapter 1

On the third day after my abortion, Maxton Lewis said he would take me out to unwind. I didn’t expect him to drive me to a hotel.

The moment he opened the door to the private room, the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air, making me pause.

"Maxton, they forced me to drink, but I’m allergic to alcohol," Priscilla Carter cried.

Maxton wrapped an arm around her protectively and said, "Don’t worry; she will drink the rest for you."

Without warning, he turned to me and shoved me toward the table laden with drinks. I stumbled, catching the table's edge as a bottle tipped over and shattered on the floor.

"Priscilla isn’t feeling well. You drink this for her.”

I clutched my still-aching stomach and looked at him, disbelief flashing in my eyes. "Maxton, you know I just had surgery."

"Cut the act," he sneered, his lips curling cruelly. "Three years ago, you had a stomach bleed and still managed to drink two bottles. Do you think I’d fall for this now?"

The sharp edge of his sarcasm sliced through me like a blade. All the pent-up pain, humiliation and betrayal roared to life inside me, rising like a tidal wave.