My Family's Test Subject
When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister.
A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place.
When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted.
Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible.
Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time