As I was sitting in the car, my hands were trembling badly. I quickly rummaged through my bag and swallowed a fluoxetine pill.
I had been secretly in love with Crowley for four years. The day I married him, I was diagnosed with mild depression.
I traded this marriage with the lives of my entire family.
Years ago, a severe traffic accident happened in the city. Crowley was seriously injured and rushed to the hospital.
As a surgeon, the department chief had initially assigned me to save the patient in the next room.
But I was so worried about Crowley that I volunteered to perform surgery on him instead.
The operation was a great success, and Crowley survived.
However, the patient in the next room lost their life because of the delay in treatment.
The patient in that room was my father.
My mother was devastated. She stormed into the Baldwin Villa, demanding compensation from the Baldwin family.
In the end, under pressure from the elders, Crowley reluctantly married me as compensation.
My mother passed away the night before my wedding, her gaze fixed on me in her final moments.
"Don't forget, this marriage was bought with your father's and my lives..."