“I remember the meds in your bed running low. I’ll bring more tomorrow. Oh right, have you already made the new fragrance? The company’s been pressuring me, but if you’re not feeling well, I can stall a bit longer.”
It was the same script he always used.
Every time he said stuff like that, I’d stay up night after night, my nose hurting and bleeding from exhaustion, just to make whatever fragrance he wanted—to make things easier for him.
But today I finally learned the truth: every single fragrance I made… had been long handed over as Estelle’s work!
They even let this murderer who killed my mother become the R&D director!
I wished I could expose everything right now and then perish together with them.
But the remaining bit of rationality still stopped me.
If I exposed everything here, it’d be just like letting myself die quietly.
Conrad was no longer the husband who loved me as before.
I forced myself to hold back my tears and pretended to be calm as I replied, “I’ll drop the fragrance off at the company tomorrow.”
Only then did he finally look satisfied. He tightened his grip on the already dazed Estelle.