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Chapter 5

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I dragged my bleeding body to the guest room. Gritting my teeth.

My finger touched the micro-camera under my collar. My eyes were cold as a scalpel.

Ever since the whipping. I started recording everything in this house. Never stopped.

Five years ago. I pulled him from hell.

Five years later. I'm sending him right back.

I caught a high fever that night. Curled in bed. Shaking violently. My back throbbed. I grabbed my painkillers. Dry swallowed two pills.

Closed my eyes. Just one thought. Survive this. Sign the divorce papers. Never see this man again.

I passed out from the fever.

Middle of the night. Someone ripped my blanket off. Freezing cold woke me up.

Before I could see who. A hand grabbed my wrist. Dragged me off the bed.

My torn back hit the floor. Explosive pain.

"What happened to your back?!" Killian saw the huge bloodstains in the hall light. His eyes went wide. Total panic. Total pain.

Before I could speak. The door banged open. Brielle stumbled in. Holding her arm tight.

Red, rotting skin. A real chemical burn.

"Killian-" She sobbed, gasping. Dropped to her knees right in front of me. "I just brought her fever meds. She went crazy! Threw chemicals on me! If the guards didn't whip her today to stop her, my baby would be gone..."

My breath caught.

That was my custom high-grade burn acid. My custom formula. Only I use it in the whole clinic! Locked in my private clinic safe. Only I have the key.

"I never opened that safe." My voice shook hard. "I never even touched you—"

"Then where did her burns come from?!" Killian looked at my bloody back. Then at Brielle's rotting arm. Heartbreak and disbelief in his eyes.

"Valerie. Tell me you didn't do this." His eyes were red. Practically begging. "Say it, and I'll believe you."

I stared at him. Voice trembling. "I didn't do it. Killian, I saved your life. You think I'd do this?"

The light in his eyes flickered. He was breaking.

But then Brielle screamed. She clutched her belly and fell.

"The baby... Killian, it hurts..."

Killian lost it. Scooped her up.

His look at me turned to solid ice.

"Lock my wife in the basement!" he roared at his men. "Take that bottle! She touches no more chemicals!"

He carried Brielle out. Never looked back. Just left me with his cruel back.

A few hours later. The basement door opened.

It wasn't Killian. It was Brielle.

She held that amber bottle. Followed by her guards. Her arm was nicely bandaged now.

"The Boss ordered it." She smiled like a viper. "The wife likes chemicals? Let her taste her own rotting flesh."

She paused. Pure sick malice in her voice.

"Use her own bottle on her. Break it into fifty-seven doses. Every fifteen minutes. Miss not one drop."
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