LOGINAn accident gives me the ability to hear people's thoughts. My wife, Keira Walker, is a chief cardiac surgeon, and my best friend, Gabriel Pearce, is her intern. Afraid I'll lose hope, they take turns caring for me, staying by my side even through rehabilitation. Touched by their devotion, I throw myself into recovery. Then one day, Keira peels an apple for me while Gabriel massages my withered legs. Inside my head, two voices ring out loud and clear. [How did that crash not kill him? I drained the brake fluid, but this bastard survived.] [Guess we need a new plan. Good thing I already swapped his meds. His body will give out on its own.] As I stare at the apple Keira offers, a knot tightens in my throat. The crash is no accident. Clenching my fists, I look up and smile at them. "Did I take my meds today?" They exchange a glance, and Keira nods tenderly. "Not yet. Let me feed you."
View MoreThree years later, a rehabilitation clinic officially held its grand opening right in the heart of the city's bustling commercial district.Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, I stood in the center of the room delivering my opening address.My right leg—once severely atrophied—showed no remaining trace of disability, save for a faint surgical scar along my calf. Every step I took was steady and grounded.The room was packed with people.Among them were my former lead physician, investors who had believed in my project's potential, and fellow patients who had stayed by my side through my darkest days. Now, they were all part of my team, rewarded with generous compensation.After surviving that ordeal, I refused to let my life waste away.I took my reclaimed divorce assets along with the massive compensation payout from Keira and went abroad to formally study rehabilitation.Not just for myself, but for every patient out there who, like me, was once handed a slow death sentence by
The moment Keira saw me, the dead, hollow light in her eyes suddenly burst into a desperate flare.She broke free from the police officer's grip and fell to her knees before me with a heavy thud."Cody! Cody, I was wrong!" she wept hysterically. She was now stripped of any remaining grace or the arrogant poise she had once carried as a chief cardiac surgeon."I lost my mind! That bastard Gabriel manipulated me! Forgive me, please. I do love you!"As I looked down from above at the woman I had once loved so deeply, I felt nothing but a wave of nausea.A cold chuckle escaped my lips. "Keira, I've always wanted to ask you one question. If you had truly fallen out of love with me and fallen for Gabriel, all you had to do was tell me the truth."I'm not someone who would cling on desperately. I would have signed the divorce papers and let you both be together. So why go for the kill? Why did you have to take my life?"Keira froze where she knelt. After a long moment, she spoke in a t
Gabriel glared bitterly at Keira, likely suspecting that she had lost her nerve to shove me off the cliff.Looking at their distinct expressions, I suddenly laughed. "Did you two want me to go over the edge?"Both of them froze.Keira forced a tight smile. "Cody, what nonsense are you talking about?"I didn't move. Instead, I pulled my phone from my pocket and played the video recording of Gabriel in the study."Keira, you ungrateful bitch! You had me drain the brake fluid…" Gabriel's furious voice echoed across the desolate mountaintop.Keira's face transformed instantly as she whipped her head toward him.Terrified, Gabriel backed away repeatedly while pointing a finger at me as he shrieked, "You set me up?"I stared at them coldly. "Keira, you held onto the maintenance receipt as insurance. If things went south, you could pin the whole thing on Gabriel."And Gabriel, you stole it wanting to turn the tables on her. The two of you truly are a match made in hell."Just then,
The next day, using the pain in my leg as an excuse, I had Keira take me to the hospital for a checkup.Taking advantage of the break while she went off to a department meeting, I put on a mask and hat, then hailed a cab straight to a private forensic testing agency I'd arranged to meet with.I handed the few white pills in the zip-lock bag to the analyst and requested an expedited chemical report.Two hours later, the report was in my hands.The results were clear. The pills contained zero active therapeutic ingredients for nerve recovery, and prolonged consumption would cause chronic liver and kidney failure.My knuckles turned white around the report. To think that the person sharing my bed could be so vile.When I returned to the hospital, I went straight to the pharmacy. After bribing an intern nurse, I obtained the system records of the medication Keira had prescribed for me on the day of my discharge.Under the prescriber column, it read "Gabriel".Keira was a department
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