ADAM DADA'S VENGEANCE

SEX WITHOUT MY CONSENT

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, sharp lines across the bedroom floor. Adams stood in front of the vanity mirror, hastily buttoning his crisp white shirt and tightening his tie. He kept glancing at the bed, where Maya sat staring blankly at the wall. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her fingers tightly interlacing.

Today was the day. The two-week wait after their embryo transfer was finally over, and the blood test results would be ready in a couple of hours.

"Maya, babe, I really wish I could skip the morning management meeting," Adams said, kneeling by the side of the bed and gently taking her hands. His hands were warm, but hers were ice-cold. "But I promise, the second it’s noon, I’m walking out that door and meeting you straight at the clinic."

Maya forced a fragile smile, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s okay, Adams. Go to work. I’ll drive myself. We’ve done the hard part. Now we just… get the news."

"We’re in this together," he murmured, kissing her forehead before grabbing his briefcase and heading out.

Two hours later, the sterile smell of the hospital corridor made Maya’s stomach turn. She sat in the waiting room, tapping her foot anxiously until the nurse finally called her name. Adams burst through the clinic doors just in time, breathless and sweating from running from the parking lot. He grabbed her hand, and together they walked into Dr. Evans' office.

The moment they sat down, Maya knew. Dr. Evans wasn’t smiling. He held a manila folder, his expression wrapped in professional sympathy.

"I’m so sorry, Maya. Adams," Dr. Evans said softly, placing the folder on the desk. "The HCG blood test came back negative. The implantation did not succeed this cycle."

The words felt like a physical blow. The room seemed to lose all its air. Maya felt her heart drop into a cold, dark abyss. She didn't cry immediately; she just froze, her eyes staring at the medical charts on the wall.

Adams tightened his grip on her hand, his own eyes welling up with tears. "But... everything looked perfect, Doctor. The lining, the embryo grade..."

"Sometimes, even with perfect conditions, Nature has the final say," Dr. Evans explained gently. "Take some time to process this. We can discuss next steps when you're ready."

In the hallway outside, the dam broke. Maya leaned against Adams, her shoulders shaking violently as she wept. Adams wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair, letting his own tears fall silently. All the money, the painful hormone injections, the endless hope—gone in a single sentence.

When they returned home, the heavy atmosphere in the house was suffocating. Adams helped a devastated Maya up the stairs to their bedroom so she could lie down.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Goliath and Grandma were whispering. They had been watching the couple’s every move. The moment they heard the bedroom door click shut, Grandma let out a sharp, venomous cackle.

"Look at their faces! I knew it!" Grandma laughed, slapping her hand on the kitchen counter. "The great IVF failed! All that money down the drain!"

Goliath poured himself a glass of juice, a massive, mocking grin spreading across his face. "Serves them right. They thought they could force a baby into this world with science and money. Looks like God is not on their side this time!"

"Oh, absolutely!" Grandma chuckled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Let them cry. They wanted to be parents so badly, now they can sleep in an empty house. God has finally opened his eyes to their arrogance!"

Their cruel laughter echoed through the downstairs hallway, entirely detached from the profound grief fracturing the marriage upstairs.

Inside the bedroom, the curtains were drawn, plunging the room into twilight. Maya was pacing the floor, her eyes red and puffy, her voice laced with a desperate, manic energy.

"I can't wait, Adams. I can't do another three months of injections and waiting," Maya said, her voice rising. "I want to get pregnant instantly. Right now. We need to try again immediately."

Adams sat on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted and emotionally drained. "Maya, please, sit down. Your body has been through so much trauma. We need to heal first. The doctor said—"

"I don't care what the doctor said!" she interrupted, her eyes wild. "I need a baby!"

Adams sighed, trying to bring a sense of grounded reality into the room. He stepped closer to her. "If you want a baby that badly right now... we could just try the natural way? We can have physical sex, Maya. Without the needles, without the clinics."

Maya stiffened, her expression turning cold and distant. She took a step back, knocking the suggestion off instantly. "No. Absolutely not. I don’t want that. Don't touch me."

The rejection stung, but Adams didn't push. Just like the previous night, an unspoken wall rose between them. When it was time for bed, Maya took a long, thick body pillow and placed it right down the middle of the mattress, creating a strict, physical border between their bodies.

They lay down with their backs to each other, separated by the fabric wall, slipping into an uneasy, heartbroken sleep.

Hours later, the house was dead silent. The clock on the nightstand glowed a faint blue, reading 2:45 AM.

Adams woke up to a sudden warmth shifting against him. The body pillow had been tossed to the floor. Before he could fully open his heavy eyelids, soft lips pressed eagerly against his. It was Maya. She was kissing him with a sudden, intense passion that caught him completely off guard.

Adams’ first instinct was confusion. He gently tried to frame her face with his hands to push her away slightly. "Maya? What's going on? You said—"

But she didn't let him speak. She pulled him closer, her hands wrapping around his neck, kissing him deeper. She was his wife, and maybe she is beginning to love him. Seeing her finally reach out to him after weeks of emotional distance melted his resolve. He stopped resisting and kissed her back.

Slowly, tenderly, they shed their clothes in the dark. The grief of the afternoon transformed into a raw, passionate need for connection. Adams made sweet love to her, his hands moving gently over her skin, playing with her firm breasts and tracing the curve of her round ass. Every touch was filled with a longing to heal the pain they had carried all day.

After the first intense round of sex, Adams lay back, catching his breath, thinking they were done. But Maya wasn’t satisfied. Still with sleepy, heavy eyes, she shifted her body and reached down, her fingers finding his penis again. She stroked and played with it gently until it grew fully erect once more.

The second round was completely different—it was long, fierce, and uninhibited. Maya’s legs flew into the air, wrapping around his waist, her fingers gripping the headboard. The quiet night air was broken by her loud, echoing screams of release as they lost themselves completely in each other.

The next morning, Adams woke up feeling a strange sense of relief, believing that the intimacy of the night had finally broken the ice between them. But the moment he opened his eyes, the warmth evaporated.

Maya was sitting on her side of the bed, the sheets pulled tightly up to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Maya?" Adams asked, quickly sitting up and reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

She violently flinched away from his touch, her eyes wide with terror and anger as she looked at him. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

"Don't touch me! Get away from me!" she shrieked, her voice trembling.

Adams froze, totally bewildered. "Maya, what is it? Talk to me."

"I woke up... I woke up and the pillow was on the floor, and we are both completely naked!" she cried, her voice cracking with deep distress. She looked at him as if he were a monster. "Why did you do this, Adams? Why did you have sex with me without my consent?!"

Adams stared at her, utterly speechless, his heart sinking into his stomach as the morning light exposed the terrifying rift that had just opened between them.