LOGINAfter I broke my leg, I hired a caregiver called Linda Sherman to look after me in the hospital because I didn't want my parents to worry. I started joking around with my best friend Wendy Sherman when I was lying in my bed, bored. I said, "I'm an orphan. I have to depend on your takeout to keep me alive." It was only a joke, but Linda took it seriously and thought I was a disabled orphan. She immediately started laying down rules. "You ordered takeout again today, didn't you? You're in no position to keep treating yourself to expensive food. Don't you know what your finances look like right now? You lie in bed all day. Why do you need all that makeup? A woman should behave." I stared at her in confusion. "What does that have to do with you? You're here to take care of me." The moment I finished speaking, she yelled at me. "You're just a cripple with no parents now! No one but me would ever take you as a daughter-in-law! You're already throwing money around like it grows on trees! Once you marry my son, you'll run our family dry! "Now to mention how are you supposed to give me a healthy grandson if all you eat all day is junk food? My family only had one male heir after three generations!" I gritted my teeth. I wanted to call the home care agency and ask for a replacement. But thinking that I was going to get discharged in two days, I decided to put up with her. I never expected her to kidnap me so that her mentally ill son could sleep with me and make me his wife.
View More"Don't get cocky, Ellen! I still have a chance! As long as I'm still alive, I'll always have another one! Sooner or later, I'll make everyone see what you really are! Then we'll see who still buys your act!" As the police dragged her away, Wendy looked back at me with a vicious grin. "I had someone compare your horoscope with my cousin's. They said you're a perfect match. Just wait! My aunt will come for you sooner or later." Watching Wendy rant like a madwoman, I suddenly found her to be so pitiful. She had been part of my entire youth, my very best friend. I had never known that she found our friendship so ugly. Still, her warning proved useful. A few days later, the police spotted Linda sneaking around near my home. When they caught her, Linda screamed in panic. "The police are bullying an old woman! Is that all you're good for?!" When she saw me, she shouted even louder. "So it's you, you witch! I knew you were no good! You called the police on your own mother-in-law?
"Wendy? What are you doing?" I almost yelled at her. Wendy toyed with the duct tape in her hand. "Should I tie you up and leave you here until you're nothing but a mummy? Or rip off your cast and leave you to fend for yourself?" Seeing the madness in her eyes, I knew she was not joking. "Wendy, I don't understand why you're doing this. I don't know what I ever did to make you hate me. You've always been my best friend." "Enough!" Wendy screamed before I could finish. "Don't call me your best friend. You make me sick! I hate all that act about you the most! Best friend? You only kept me around to make yourself look better!" Her eyes grew wide with madness. She seemed to lose herself in the past. I remembered what my ex-classmate from high school had told me and explained. "I know what this is about. You're still angry about that school performance, aren't you? I wasn't trying to steal your spot. The teacher told me to go onstage." At that, Wendy's eyes flew wide, as if it
I still remembered our teachers saying we were like twins. We even went to the bathroom together between classes. We had known each other for more than ten years. We went to the same university, interviewed for jobs together after graduation, spent weekends together, binge-watched dramas together, and even followed the same celebrities. What kind of grudge could she possibly have against me? The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. I went over every detail from that night and still could not figure out why Wendy had done it. I contacted our high school classmates and every friend we usually spent time with, trying to find some reason Wendy had treated me this way. When my dad came back to the hospital, a police officer came with him. Dad said the police had opened a case because they had security footage from the hospital and the parking garage. The officer looked at me in the hospital bed with a stern expression and said, "We've followed the leads you gave us
"Aunt Linda, help me! He's having another episode!" Wendy cried as she ran. Unfortunately, Linda seemed to know her son's condition well. She had already gotten out of sight before Wendy even called out. I took advantage of the distraction. While Caleb chased after Wendy, I limped out of the dark rental apartment with my phone in my hand, struggling through the pain in my leg. There were only a few dim streetlights lighting the dark alley. I kept telling myself that if I could just get out of there, I would be safe. I was lucky. I found a cab as soon as I reached the intersection. Only after I was finally safe did the stabbing pain in my leg hit me. It was so bad that the driver had to help me out of the car. The driver kindly offered to take me to the hospital, but I could not trust anyone by then. I only wanted to see my parents as soon as possible. When I finally got home, my parents were shocked by the sight of me. "What happened to your leg?!" My mom's knees nearly












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