The Ex’s Mistress & the Broken Cyst

My boyfriend's little side chick had a burst ovarian cyst, and she came to me for help.

The girl couldn’t have been more than twenty-two, her face and eyes practically screaming with smug satisfaction. “It's nothing serious, just a little sore. Walking is a pain with my clothes rubbing against me.” She added, “He doesn’t even leave me alone when I’m on my period; says it’s more exciting that way. Can you believe it? He’s got a girlfriend, and he acts like a freaking wolf with me, never gets enough.”

Oh, she'd come to show off.

I looked at her, forcing down the wave of anger, and gave her a tight smile. “A ruptured corpus luteum can cause nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, heavy bleeding, and rectal pressure,” I said calmly. “In severe cases, it can be life-threatening.”

"Dr. Lee," she said, switching her attention to me, “I heard you're the best. Could you take a look down there? Is it possible my boyfriend did this, with all his ‘action’?”

I was flipping through the girl’s chart, but I paused, slightly frowning. I looked up at her. She was in her early twenties, with a dainty, pretty face and big, watery eyes that were particularly striking. But her gaze at me was anything but friendly—it was full of condescending arrogance and a kind of twisted pride.

I mentally scrolled back, trying to see if I’d ever seen her before. I was drawing a blank. I asked her a few routine questions, but her responses were all over the place.

"It's not really that bad, just really sensitive. It hurts when my clothes brush against me.” She said, then, “My boyfriend says I should just stop wearing underwear, makes it easier for him to get at me anytime.”

“He doesn’t even leave me alone when I’m on my period, says it's ‘blood sport’ or something.” she continued, giggling. “It's insane, honestly. He has a whole girlfriend, and yet he's acting like he hasn’t eaten in weeks when he's with me.”

My face was growing darker by the second. How could she be proud of this? If she was actively seeking this out as a "side piece", I was sure she knew what she was signing up for.

I couldn’t get anywhere with her like this, so I told her to go to the back and lie down. I put on my gloves, and as I turned to face her, she was already half naked, just her underwear left.

"Take the underwear off."

She didn’t move, just stared at me for a moment, before speaking. "Dr. Lee, what do you think of my underwear?"

I stopped, looking down. She met my eyes, the testing look in her gaze couldn't have been more obvious. Even I couldn’t ignore what was about to happen.

“My boyfriend bought it for his girlfriend, but I told him I liked it, and he gave it to me right away. Now, I wear it every day.” she grinned, full of smugness.

I looked down at the black lace thong she was wearing. It was a piece of nothing, and a memory flashed through my head: a few days ago, Mark had given me an identical pair, grinning like an idiot, telling me to wear them that night, and wait for him at home. But...