“Too bad you won’t have the honor of being my final research outcome.”
She grabbed her bag and dusted off her hands.
“Alright, I have nothing more to say. I’ve already told William—he’ll be back soon to divorce you.”
Before leaving, she deliberately stomped on my hand.
“Oh, and by the way—William showed me your time together in bed. Seems he really isn’t interested in you. With me, just a little touch from my finger and his reaction is ten times stronger than with you.”
The night sky was full of stars, a rare sight in the city, but I had no heart to appreciate it.
I flipped through the stack of Spanish notes.
I laughed bitterly at myself.
William had been writing down the plan to hurt me right under my nose.
And I had trusted him so completely, never suspecting a thing.
Laughing turned into tears.
When William walked in and saw me sitting on the floor, hair disheveled, eyes vacant, he panicked.
“Anna, why are you on the floor? Get up—it’s cold.”
But no matter how he tried to pull me up, I wouldn’t move.
I looked at him with grief in my eyes.
“William, how could you do such unethical experiments?”
“How could you use me without my permission?”
