But after she died, and after I graduated, Jim and my stepmother made sure I became blacklisted. They pulled strings behind the scenes, and suddenly, I was barred from every major company.
I had a degree from a top university, the skills to land a good job that would let me live a decent life.
But they made sure that didn’t happen. They used their power to sentence me to a life of failure.
In the end, I could only work in small shops, scraping by with meager wages, barely able to afford my painkillers.
How did my life end up this way? How did I become such a failure?
I still don’t have the answer.
I nodded. “Please prescribe me more medication. And if possible, increase the dosage for the painkillers. The previous amount isn’t helping anymore.”
Dr. Harding looked at me sternly, speaking with the weight of his concern. “Miss Jones, you can’t keep putting this off any longer.”
I knew that.
I could feel my body deteriorating.
I shook my head. “Just a bit longer. If I can make it to next year…”
The agreement I had with Jim had a one-year deadline.
