They’d leave me hungry and alone, only to return, laughing, their stomachs full.
If I showed even a hint of sadness, I was scolded.
“Your sister is ill! Why are you so selfish?”
Arthur was the only person who treated me differently.
When classmates threatened me to alter lab results, he stood beside me:
“If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.”
He became my light in a world ruled by Loren’s shadow.
I followed him, admired him—for six years. I fell in love.
The night before I planned to confess, someone drugged my drink. We ended up sleeping together. Two months later, I was pregnant.
He agreed to marry me.
At home, we were respectful partners. At work, a flawless team.
But after that night, he never touched me again. I thought he was simply reserved—until the cocktail party.
That night, someone drugged him again. But he didn’t touch me.
Instead, I saw him lock himself in the study—and pleasure himself to a video of Loren.
Afterward, he picked up a call.
“Mr. Slater, why do you stay cooped up in that lab for Loren? You're rich, talented, you could be with anyone.”
“I’m the only one who can develop the drug she needs. Others will take 10 years. She doesn’t have that time.”