She even humiliated me publicly, sneering, “Everything you eat, wear, and use comes from me. Don’t make me unhappy, or you’ll end up on the streets, begging for food.”
Jason would deliberately provoke me, mocking me as Vanessa’s obedient lapdog.
The only reason I endured was not just because of my love for Vanessa, but because I still felt indebted to Mr. and Mrs. Scott for all they had done for me.
But that debt had long since been repaid.
And my marriage with Vanessa had reached its end.
Not long after, a young, elegant woman arrived at the hospital. Without hesitation, she arranged to have me transferred to St. Mary’s Private Hospital, the most expensive facility in the city.
She held my hand tightly, her eyes filled with worry as she said, “The test results are back. You’ve been infected with Chikungunya virus. The fever and joint pain will last for days.”
“This virus has been spreading along the coast recently. There’s no cure yet—only painkillers to ease the symptoms.”
Then, with anger in her voice, she added, “Is Vanessa out of her mind?”