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My name is Shayla Stein, thirty years old.<br /> <br /> Among peers, I have always been the envy of many, living in a detached house in the upscale district of Fora, with a young, handsome, and caring husband who loves me like a first love. He is renowned as a model husband, attentive and caring, who takes care of me like a princess. His name is Finnegan Mercer, who used to be a well-known senior stylist. Before that, I ran a medical equipment company, with a considerable annual income.<br /> <br /> After marriage, I gave birth to three lovely and beautiful babies. Balancing work and parenting responsibilities was challenging, but my husband tenderly resigned to help me manage the company. Under his guidance, the company flourished. I, on the other hand, embraced the life of a full-time housewife, enjoying life, raising children, and becoming the envy of others.<br /> <br /> But I noticed my health deteriorating rapidly. I started losing hair, became increasingly lethargic, lost weight, had memory lapses, and felt mentally drained, even disoriented.<br /> <br /> My husband said I was suffering from typical anxiety disorder, sought out renowned doctors, and prescribed multiple medications for me, which the housekeeper delivered to me on time.<br /> <br /> Little did I know, this was the beginning of a near-death experience for me.<br /> <br /> One day, while half asleep, I was startled by a sharp pain in my head. Accidentally, I knocked over the medication that my housekeeper Jessica Wallace had brought me. The gluttonous cat, taking advantage of my drowsiness, devoured the drugs before I could. When Jessica came to clean up, I didn&#039;t mention it to her to avoid the hassle of getting more medicine.<br /> <br /> To be honest, I had been fed up with the medication long ago. It was ineffective, but out of consideration for my husband&#039;s efforts in getting them for me, I continued to take them as instructed.<br /> <br /> Since falling ill, the entire household chores were entrusted to Jessica, who tirelessly managed everything. Sometimes I felt guilty that she had to bear such a burden.<br /> <br /> After exchanging a few words with me, she left to continue her tasks.<br /> <br /> Glancing at the pillow, I noticed another layer of fallen black hair. It was distressing to see, so I sighed, collected the fallen hair, rolled it into a bundle, and stuffed it into the pocket of my robe.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, a muffled sound from behind startled me!<br /> <br /> I clutched my chest for a while before cautiously turning to the other side of the bed, only to find Lucky, who had been leisurely observing outside, lying motionless on the ground, silent and still.<br /> <br /> That inexplicably gave me an ominous premonition.<br /> <br /> &quot;Lucky!&quot; I called out, but it didn&#039;t move.<br /> <br /> A chill ran down my spine, and my hair stood on end.<br /> <br /> This was an unprecedented situation for it. They say that cats have nine lives and excellent balance, so how could it have fallen from the window sill?<br /> <br /> Is it... dead?<br /> <br /> With my heart in my throat, I hesitantly approached and realized that it was breathing heavily, not dead, but it seemed like it was sleeping!<br /> <br /> But this sleeping posture...<br /> <br /> Suddenly, a dreadful thought flashed through my mind!<br /> <br /> Instinctively, I jumped out of bed, disregarding many things, and picked up Lucky. It was limp, devoid of any response, defenseless.<br /> <br /> I couldn&#039;t help but think of myself. Was I also in a similar state of slumber every day?<br /> <br /> Could it be...<br /> <br /> The idea flashed through my mind, and I shuddered as if falling into an ice cave, afraid to think further!<br /> <br /> Before I could ponder over it, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps outside the door. It must be Finnegan coming back...<br /> <br /> Instinctively, I hugged Lucky, quickly got into bed, pulled the blanket over to cover Lucky&#039;s strange state, adjusted my breathing to pretend to be asleep.<br /> <br /> At the same time, the door handle made a clicking sound, my heart raced, and I could even feel a gaze sweeping over my back, making me feel a lingering pain, my hands uncontrollably trembling under the blanket.<br /> <br /> But the anticipated footsteps did not come in, instead, they retreated outside. Just as the door was about to close, I heard Finnegan ask, &quot;Did you take the medicine?&quot;<br /> <br /> The rest of the words were blocked outside the door, and I didn&#039;t know what he said.<br /> <br /> The next moment, I suddenly opened my eyes, an unprecedented fear surged, filling my soul. I didn&#039;t even know where I was at this moment, whether I was in a dream, having a nightmare?<br /> <br /> The scene in front of me couldn&#039;t help but make me think of that bowl of medicine.<br /> <br /> I had raised Lucky for many years, and it never had this kind of state before. The only thing different was that it had just taken medicine meant for me.<br /> <br /> This thought made me extremely frightened.<br /> <br /> Could it be that someone was really trying to harm me?<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 Speculation<br /> Finnegan&#039;s image and Jessica&#039;s face kept alternating in my mind, and while I wanted to confirm my suspicion, I was vehemently denying it deep within.<br /> <br /> I couldn&#039;t bring myself to accept this fact.<br /> <br /> It can&#039;t be.<br /> <br /> Finnegan loves me.<br /> <br /> From our acquaintance to love, to having this home and our three lovely children, he has always been caring, devoted, and protective of me.<br /> <br /> Throughout these ten years, we have never had a single argument, and his affection towards me has always been unwavering. How could he possibly do something like this to me?<br /> <br /> It&#039;s absolutely impossible!<br /> <br /> But if it&#039;s Jessica, that doesn&#039;t make sense either.<br /> <br /> Before she came to our house, I didn&#039;t even know her. There was no grudge between us, and she had a high salary at my home.<br /> <br /> When she first came to my house, it was me who went to pick her. She is two years older than me, and she looks neat. After graduating from high school, she entered this profession and became a top-notch housekeeper.<br /> <br /> When she first came, my husband seemed a little dissatisfied. He even asked me quietly, &quot;She&#039;s too young, isn&#039;t she? Is she reliable?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;You think young people are unreliable? She looks nice and must be nimble! She is a great housekeeper; you&#039;re too picky!&quot; I teased him with a smirk. &quot;I should be the one who&#039;s worried, right?&quot;<br /> <br /> He teasingly pinched my cheek and replied, &quot;What are you thinking? Don&#039;t talk nonsense!&quot;<br /> <br /> Then he hugged me and compromised, &quot;Okay, as long as you feel comfortable with her, she is here for you. I&#039;m just worried that our kids won&#039;t like her and will want a new housekeeper after a while! It&#039;s quite a headache!&quot;<br /> <br /> I didn&#039;t expect Jessica to have such patience; it had been almost eight years. We had gotten along well during these eight years, I treated her like a sister, so how could she possibly drug me?<br /> <br /> Moreover, if it were her, Finnegan wouldn&#039;t fail to notice the change in my condition after taking the medicine...<br /> <br /> I really dared not think further.<br /> <br /> Not sure if it was due to not taking the medication or the cat&#039;s condition that had scared me, but I broke away from my usual drowsiness. Like an awakened spirit from a foggy state, I felt unusually alert, with every cell in my body bursting with energy, consumed by extreme excitement.<br /> <br /> Fear made it impossible for me to close my eyes.<br /> <br /> It was such a long night.<br /> <br /> But what chilled me even more was that during this whole time, no one observed my condition, nor did anyone inquire if I had eaten.<br /> <br /> I had to accept a bitter truth: my days had been lonely, with an independent space where no one cared. It seemed like Finnegan&#039;s affection and concern for me weren&#039;t as apparent as I thought.<br /> <br /> Just like tonight, the care I expected from my husband hadn&#039;t materialized. Perhaps he had become accustomed to my constant drowsiness.<br /> <br /> As the sky gradually brightened, Lucky, who had been asleep under the covers all night, began to regain consciousness slowly.<br /> <br /> At first, its eyes were unfocused, and it let out a feeble meow.<br /> <br /> After a while, it moved its limbs slightly, then more vigorously, turned over, curled up next to me, assuming its usual sleeping position. However, it still seemed lazy and lacked energy, indicating that it wasn&#039;t entirely awake.<br /> <br /> This condition bore an eerie resemblance to how I felt every time I woke up, deepening my suspicions.<br /> <br /> Helplessly, I hugged the cat tightly, burying my face in its soft fur, shedding silent tears.<br /> <br /> I couldn&#039;t understand why this was happening. Who was behind all this?<br /> <br /> After a while, I raised my head, clenched my teeth, and told myself firmly that I couldn&#039;t sit idly by; I had to find the truth.<br /> <br /> Determined, I realized that I couldn&#039;t tip my hand yet. I had to continue &#039;sleeping&#039;!<br /> <br /> First and foremost, I needed to find out who drugged me and for what purpose.<br /> <br /> At this moment, I clung to a glimmer of hope, willing to believe that Jessica was involved, making it easier for me to accept.<br /> <br /> But reality hit hard, shattering my hopes into painful shards, much harsher than I&#039;d expected.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?<br /> I woke up from a sleepless night, feeling exhausted and sickly. I leaned against the head of the bed, knowing it was time to take my medicine. Jessica should be here soon; after all, I need to take my medicine &#039;on time&#039;.<br /> <br /> When Jessica pushed open the door, she momentarily looked surprised, then quickly put on a gentle smile. &quot;Missus, you look much better today! You seem in very good spirits, which I didn&#039;t expect!&quot; <br /> <br /> I forced a smile but continued to observe her carefully.<br /> <br /> As she pulled open the curtains, she also handed me a piece of clothing, &quot;Let some fresh air in by opening the window and changing the air.&quot;<br /> <br /> I sat there listlessly, intentionally stating, &quot;I&#039;m a little hungry!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, I&#039;ll go get your breakfast! It&#039;s been a long time since I&#039;ve heard you say you&#039;re hungry!&quot; She happily walked out, &quot;Wait a moment, I&#039;ll be right back!&quot;<br /> <br /> As she walked past the bed, a faint scent of perfume lingered in the air. I have always been sensitive to smells, and even a faint scent can&#039;t escape my notice. It was the Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, my favorite perfume, because Finnegan liked it. He said it was a subtle scent that evoked imagination.<br /> <br /> I clenched my fist tightly, feeling short of breath. Subconsciously, I thought about the news about husbands and mistresses conspiring to harm their wives, but I immediately dismissed it as too far-fetched.<br /> <br /> After a while, the door was pushed open, and I instinctively looked up to see Finnegan walking in with the medicine. He appeared concerned, with a gentle smile and warm eyes. He approached me in the sunshine from the window, looking bright and warm. However, I was reminded of his question from last night, &quot;Did you take the medicine?&quot; and my heart sank.<br /> <br /> &quot;Honey, you look good today! Jessica said you feel hungry?&quot; He placed the medicine on the bedside table, took my hand, and his warmth was still so familiar. He looked at me affectionately and asked softly, &quot;What do you want to eat? I&#039;ll make it for you. Okay?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Never mind, I can&#039;t eat much anyway. Don&#039;t worry about it!&quot; I tried to calm down, pretending to be concerned, &quot;What time did you come back last night? I didn&#039;t even know. Are you busy with work?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There&#039;s a sales conference going on lately, quite busy. Many clients need quotations. When I came back, Jessica said she had just finished giving you the medicine, and then I was busy in the study until late and then slept there.&quot; He answered, even yawning involuntarily.<br /> <br /> Seeing his tired appearance, I suddenly felt guilty. He was telling the truth. Every year, the sales conference would bring a pile of quotations to deal with. He&#039;s working hard for our family. I shouldn&#039;t have doubted him.<br /> <br /> It must be Jessica harming me.<br /> <br /> He picked up the medicine, smelled it, and said, &quot;Come on, take the medicine first, and then we&#039;ll have breakfast!&quot;<br /> <br /> I pretended to frown and said coquettishly, &quot;What&#039;s the use? Taking it doesn&#039;t work at all. I feel nauseous. Can&#039;t I skip it, honey?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Darling, the medicine needs to be taken on time. You seem better today. Dr. Fletcher improved the prescription the day before yesterday. Looks like it&#039;s working! Don&#039;t be disheartened!&quot; He said calmly, without any flaw, still the loving husband.<br /> <br /> Watching him unaware, I felt trapped. If I took the medicine, I would soon fall into a deep sleep and wouldn&#039;t be able to find evidence or expose the mastermind behind the scenes.<br /> <br /> &quot;I don&#039;t want to take it!&quot; I said, leaning into his arms, my mind racing on how to distract him.<br /> <br /> He patted my back, comforting me, and handed me the medicine, &quot;Be good, listen to me, hurry up and take the medicine! Let&#039;s redouble our efforts!&quot;<br /> <br /> I felt anxious, realizing that I couldn&#039;t escape it.<br /> <br /> &quot;I&#039;ll do it myself!&quot; I said, reluctantly taking the medicine, feeling my heart race.<br /> <br /> I was sure that if I took the medicine now, I would fall asleep in half an hour.<br /> <br /> However, Finnegan, looking concerned, his eyes filled with tenderness, betrayed an undetectable stubbornness that made me suspicious. Why did he insist on me taking it?<br /> <br /> In the past, I would have been swayed by his affectionate gaze, but now, behind his smile, I seemed to see a sharp dagger, approaching me not out of love, but to coerce me.<br /> <br /> I felt helpless, unable to show my frustration or act out, and I had to take the medicine.<br /> <br /> Chapter 4 Meeting a Worthy Opponent<br /> Just when I thought I couldn&#039;t avoid this, unexpectedly, Jessica walked in.<br /> <br /> Finnegan&#039;s eyes were still on me. I brought the medicine to my lips, and only then did Finnegan smile in relief, shifting his attention to Jessica.<br /> <br /> Taking advantage of his distraction, I discreetly hid the medicine, pretending that I had taken it and even drank some water to assist the pretend swallowing.<br /> <br /> By this time, Finnegan was looking at me again. He saw that the medicine was gone and I was sipping water, he looked at me approvingly, and kissed my forehead before picking up the bowl of food, wanting to feed me.<br /> <br /> I blushed and pushed him away, &quot;You should go to work! Don&#039;t be so cheesy!&quot;<br /> <br /> He smiled, &quot;Okay, then, I&#039;ll go to work! You eat it and then rest! I&#039;ll try to come back early tonight, spend time with you and Darryl!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay!&quot; I watched him, feigning a lingering emotion, &quot;Hurry up! Come back early tonight!&quot;<br /> <br /> In reality, I was afraid he&#039;d tuck in the blankets near me.<br /> <br /> Throughout, there was no eye contact between him and Jessica.<br /> <br /> Now, it was just me and Jessica in the room.<br /> <br /> &quot;Jessica, is Darryl still asleep?&quot; I reminded quietly, trying to divert her attention.<br /> <br /> &quot;I&#039;ll go check on him. Just take your time to eat, call me if you need anything!&quot; Jessica walked out.<br /> <br /> Listening to her footsteps gradually fading away, I forced myself to eat a little and then returned to bed, pulling the blanket over me, placing the meal tray on top, and slowly eating.<br /> <br /> I had no appetite, but I had to maintain my strength now. I also wanted to be vigilant; there might be surveillance in this room.<br /> <br /> In the past, for safety reasons, I had installed surveillance in every room. After all, I had seen too many bad things and had to be cautious.<br /> <br /> Initially, Finnegan protested against the surveillance in this room, joking, &quot;There&#039;s no privacy at all, aren&#039;t you afraid I&#039;ll watch our bedroom activities like watching an adult movie?&quot;<br /> <br /> But I still insisted, though I only turn on the camera when I&#039;m not around or at specific times.<br /> <br /> As time passed, the surveillance in this room was indeed rarely turned on.<br /> <br /> I didn&#039;t know if there was surveillance active now.<br /> <br /> After finishing the meal, as I cleared the tray, I discreetly absorbed the medicine residue with a tissue and quietly flushed it down the toilet.<br /> <br /> I played with Darryl for a while and then pretended to be weak, lying back on the bed, continuing to pretend to sleep.<br /> <br /> I didn&#039;t notice anything unusual, and I couldn&#039;t let them see any clues.<br /> <br /> To be honest, I didn&#039;t notice anything wrong except for Jessica&#039;s perfume. However, there were plenty of reasonable explanations for the scent.<br /> <br /> But pretending to sleep was really painful. To make it convincing, I didn&#039;t dare to move, keeping my eyes closed while constantly thinking about various possibilities and planning my next steps.<br /> <br /> Nervously tense and mentally strained, the underlying fear made me extremely agitated. However, I had to maintain a sleeping posture, which was truly excruciating.<br /> <br /> I realized at that moment that being awake was more terrifying than being asleep.<br /> <br /> Perhaps due to not sleeping all night or excessive tension, combined with my already weak physical condition, I eventually fell asleep, not knowing how long I had endured.<br /> <br /> But just as I drifted into a deep slumber, my sensitive nerves alerted me that someone was approaching me.<br /> <br /> Chapter 5 The Sharp Pain of Panic<br /> I suddenly recovered consciousness, but I didn&#039;t move, still holding my breath with my eyes closed, listening to the footsteps getting closer. I could tell it was Jessica.<br /> <br /> My hand under the blanket involuntarily clenched, sweating in my palm.<br /> <br /> Although I was lying with my back to the door, I could clearly feel her standing in front of my bed. I felt her subtle breathing and a faint hint of perfume.<br /> <br /> &quot;Missus!&quot; she called softly.<br /> <br /> I didn&#039;t respond or move.<br /> <br /> The next moment, her hand slapped my shoulder, the force a bit heavy. Luckily, I was prepared, or she would have known I was pretending asleep.<br /> <br /> &quot;You sleep like the dead!&quot;<br /> <br /> She muttered, her voice very low, but it poured into my ears like thunder. It was definitely not a compliment, I could completely sense the disdain in her tone.<br /> <br /> My thoughts cleared up a bit, it seemed like it really was Jessica.<br /> <br /> Before I could confirm this thought, to my shock, a scene of horror that left me no chance to react unfolded. A piercing pain like a stab to the heart shot through my scalp, and I instinctively hummed, almost breaking down.<br /> <br /> I forced to conceal it, moving my head slightly to show discomfort, but still in a daze, not fully awake.<br /> <br /> But inside, my heart was collapsing to the extreme, overwhelmed with grievances, resentment, and astonishment. Tears welled up, and I clenched my teeth tightly.<br /> <br /> Jessica, may I ask, I have treated you like a sister, and yet you treat me like this.<br /> <br /> I finally understood. Why this sharp pain had been occurring frequently during this period, piercing and bone-chilling, yet fleeting in my hazy consciousness. I had thought it was an experience in a dream.<br /> <br /> Who would have thought it was a cruel trick happening to me in real life, no wonder the pain felt so real, lingering faintly even after I was fully conscious.<br /> <br /> Maybe seeing that I still hadn&#039;t woken up, next, my face was slapped with a loud sound, &quot;Wake up! Time to take your medicine!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her shout was so different from the usual gentle tone, now sounding extremely sinister.<br /> <br /> I was completely puzzled at this moment, finding it almost unbelievable that Jessica would treat me like this.<br /> <br /> Not until another slap on my face did I realize that continuing to play asleep would be too fake.<br /> <br /> I moved my body slightly, whimpering as I took a deep breath, slowly opening my eyes, gazing blankly out the window, murmuring in despair, what happened? How did this seemingly gentle Jessica turn into a wicked nurse?<br /> <br /> Once again, Jessica&#039;s voice rang in my ears, her tone now back to its extreme gentleness, &quot;Missus, wake up, time to take your medicine!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Okay...&quot; I sighed, gathered my wits, turned over slowly, and stared straight at Jessica standing in front of the bed, my eyes misted.<br /> <br /> Our gaze met, her smile froze for a moment, then she spoke softly, &quot;Missus, did you sleep well? Shall I help you sit up?&quot;<br /> <br /> I didn&#039;t divert my gaze, looking at her even more deeply, until she seemed nervous, swallowed, and averted her eyes. Then I sighed in a pretense of distress, saying, &quot;Jessica, I can&#039;t help but wonder if I have some sort of terrible illness, and everyone is keeping it from me?&quot;<br /> <br /> She glanced back at my blanket, nonchalantly said, &quot;Missus, you are overthinking. You got weak after giving birth. You just need some rest to recover.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Despite what you say, why do I feel like I&#039;m getting weaker and weaker? I&#039;ve been sleeping through my days, just two activities – taking medicine and sleeping! It&#039;s hard on you, Jessica!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Missus, you shouldn&#039;t say such things. Taking care of you is part of my job!&quot; she looked at me, &quot;Rest is essential for recovery. Be more patient! Let me go get your medicine now!&quot;<br /> <br /> After she finished, she hurriedly left, and as she turned her back, I slowly sat up, staring in the direction she left, touching the sore spot on my scalp. My mind raced, contemplating how to escape this medicine.<br /> <br /> While inspecting it, I noticed a touch of blood on my fingertips, faint yet crimson.<br /> <br /> I discreetly wiped it away.<br /> <br /> Shortly after, Jessica returned with the medicine, handing it to me, &quot;Take it now!&quot;<br /> <br /> With a faint &quot;Okay,&quot; I didn&#039;t reach for the bowl, but instead pointed to the sore area on my head. Then I raised my head to Jessica and said, &quot;Jessica, can you check why it hurts here?&quot;<br /> <br /> Chapter 6 The Chameleon Around<br /> I noticed a slight bewilderment in Jessica&#039;s expression, her lips twitched slightly before she quickly put the medicine on the bedside table and kindly smiled, &quot;Let me have a look!&quot;<br /> <br /> Her smile made me have goosebumps.<br /> <br /> I pointed to the painful spot with my finger, &quot;Right here!&quot;<br /> <br /> She touched it briefly, pressed it, and pretended to check, &quot;Here? I don&#039;t feel anything, how does it hurt?&quot;<br /> <br /> I hissed, &quot;Exactly here, it hurts a lot!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;This area seems fine,&quot; she checked other spots, trying to divert my attention.<br /> <br /> I sat up straight, feeling the painful area and watching her, &quot;Strange, I always feel like my head is being pierced by needles, it&#039;s been happening a lot recently!&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;There&#039;s nothing unusual!... It&#039;s probably just nerve pain! I sometimes feel a bit off too!&quot; she shared her experience, trying to explain.<br /> <br /> Internally cursing her, I thought, what nonsense. I can feel grainy protrusions with my fingertips and the trace of blood I wiped earlier. She boldly claimed there was nothing unusual, clearly taking advantage of me not seeing that spot and feeding me lies.<br /> <br /> I suspected it couldn&#039;t just be one needle here since this sharp pain had been waking me up, only this time I was clear-headed.<br /> <br /> After a while, I put on a pensive expression and casually said, &quot;Oh.&quot;<br /> <br /> Perhaps feeling guilty, she told me, &quot;Missus, you should take your medicine first. I need to check on Darryl downstairs. He&#039;s playing on his own, and I&#039;m worried!&quot;<br /> <br /> With that, she turned to go outside, and I secretly sighed in relief. This was what I wanted, as otherwise, she would have watched me take the medicine before leaving.<br /> <br /> From last night till now, I hadn&#039;t taken the medicine twice, and I could clearly sense that my mind was much clearer, the drowsiness less oppressive, and even the weakness had alleviated. Even my heartbeat had returned to normal.<br /> <br /> It seemed that I could no longer take this medicine. I suspected that all my adverse reactions were related to it.<br /> <br /> I had to find a way to check what medicine she had given me and what it contained.<br /> <br /> Furthermore, I needed to find out if Finnegan knew anything about what was happening to me.<br /> <br /> But how should I handle these medicines now?<br /> <br /> I looked up at the position where the surveillance camera used to be, and my intuition told me not to take it lightly. I still didn&#039;t know why Jessica was treating me this way, what hidden conspiracy lay behind it? There had to be a reason, right?<br /> <br /> I needed to find a more secure way to handle the medicine!<br /> <br /> As Lucky stretched out its body from under the blanket and cuddled into my arms, I had an idea. I hugged it, showed the medicine, and indeed, Lucky seemed to resist it, swiftly darting away. It appeared highly averse to the medicine.<br /> <br /> I placed the medicine back while brushing my clothes.<br /> <br /> Then I got up to the bathroom, washed my face, wiped it with a towel, headed for the bedside table, turned my back to the blind spot of the surveillance, tossed the medicine into the trash quickly, and pretended to take the medicine once again.<br /> <br /> Nonchalantly, I went back to the bathroom, rinsed the towel, and calmly walked out of the room, heading downstairs.<br /> <br /> As I walked serenely, my heart thundering, I had never imagined that one day I would have to do these things in my own home.<br /> <br /> At the stairs, I thought I heard Finnegan&#039;s voice, and my nose tingled, unconsciously taking quick steps.<br /> <br /> It was an instinctive display of dependence on him because, in this house, he was my closest person. Over the past ten years, he had cherished me, showered me with care, and anyone who knew us would attest that he cherished me like a treasure, tenderly looking after me.<br /> <br /> I wondered if he knew what was happening to me while I lay unaware on the bed, being manipulated.<br /> <br /> The low murmur of men downstairs and Darryl&#039;s laughter almost made me burst into tears of helplessness.<br /> <br /> Feeling desperate, I hurried down the stairs, and as I lifted my eyes, I froze in place at the unexpected sight before me.<br /> <br /> -----------<br /> <br /> Due to the word limit, please download Hinovel and search for 23007 in the app to continue reading more exciting content. Click the button below to get that immediately.

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