Chapter 1

After giving birth, I started working as a wet nurse for David Warren.

At first, I was content with the job.

But one day, David reached under my dress and said, "I'm hungry too."

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Three months after giving birth, I lost my job and was tormented by the pain of engorged breasts.

At night, the pain was unbearable. I knelt in front of my husband, Ethan Carter, cupping my full, aching breasts, begging him for help. "Honey, my breasts feel so full... Can you... suck it for me?"

But instead of helping, he shot me a look of pure disgust and snapped at me. "Seriously, Ava? That's disgusting. That's for the baby, not for me. I'm a grown man. You really expect me to do that?"

His coldness left me feeling so hurt.

Before we got married, even if I pushed him away, he'd always be all over me. He couldn't keep his hands or mouth off me, but after I had the baby, he wouldn't even look at me and acted like even brushing against me was revolting.

Did my body change? Was I not pretty now? I kept doubting myself, again and again.

But when I looked in the mirror, my body was even more voluptuous and alluring than before. Yet Ethan wouldn't even look at me anymore. Maybe he was just tired of me.

At night, I lay awake, clutching my swollen, aching breasts, tormented by the pain of engorgement. Ethan was snoring like a freight train, but I still couldn't sleep.

I kept thinking back on everything that had happened since I gave birth. I felt miserable inside, and my chest still hurt with a dull ache.

Thankfully, while I was scrolling through the neighborhood group chat, I noticed someone looking for help with a small job.

[Looking for a part-time wet nurse. No live-in required. 250 dollars a day. If you're interested, reach out to Linda Warren.]

The generous pay and great working conditions were hard to resist. With my breasts already overflowing with milk, my breath caught in my throat.

This job would not only relieve the pain of engorgement but also help us make ends meet.

Thinking about how tight money was at home, and how full my breasts were, I didn't even hesitate before reaching out to the employer.

But since this was a job that meant leaving the house, I couldn't just make the decision myself. So when Ethan woke up, I thought I should run it by him.

But to my surprise, the moment I finished, he shot back with a snarky remark. "Come on, with that kind of pay? If it were me, I'd jump at the chance."

He would jump at the chance? So he wanted me to sell my breast milk? His words left a bitter taste in my mouth.

After feeding our son, Lucas, I sat on the couch for ages, wrestling with my thoughts, but eventually I messaged the employer to set up the interview.

I wanted to make a good impression on the employer, so I put some extra effort into my appearance. I slipped into a cozy sweater and a long skirt that I had hardly ever worn.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I looked presentable and felt pretty pleased with my appearance as I stepped out the door.

Of course, the weather had to turn against me. Not long after I stepped outside, it started pouring.

By the time I got to the employer's house, I was drenched like a drowned rat. My soaked sweater and skirt clung to me, chilling me to the core.

Seeing myself looking like a mess, I had a sinking feeling this interview was probably a lost cause. Since I'd come all this way, I couldn't just turn back now.

After wrestling with myself for ages, I finally steeled myself and knocked on the door.

"Who are you?" came a voice from inside.

I gritted my teeth, ready for the employer to give me a hard time.

But when the door swung open, Linda, the one I'd been messaging about the interview, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a tall guy standing in the doorway. He was wearing a tailored suit, and honestly, he looked pretty good.

He looked a bit puzzled when he saw me.

But after sizing me up, his eyes lingered on my chest, and suddenly, something clicked for him. "Oh, you must be Ms. Ava Carter, here for the interview. I'm David Warren. My wife had to step out, but come on in."

He greeted me warmly, and his gaze grew more intense, almost burning as he looked at me.

That was when I finally realized that my clothes were drenched, clinging to me, and almost see-through. My breasts, full and aching from all the milk, were still leaking those sweet drops.

The little patches of dampness made my skin show through even more, and I could feel David's gaze getting hotter by the second. It was like the whole room was heating up, thick with the scent of milk.

"Mr. Warren..." I said softly.