Three Years as His Lab Rat: Now He's Behind Bars

Summary

Three years with leukemia. Three years of Lucas selling his plasma to save me.

Today, locked in the bathroom, I pressed a blade to my wrist—just as voices outside my hospital room spilled the truth.

"Lucas forced Stella to be a guinea pig, faking leukemia for three years—worse than real chemo."

"He even wore a bald cap daily to keep up the act."

Lucas chuckled. "She’s a janitor. Honored to help Evie’s research. I’ll marry her later—compensation."

To ease his "burden," I’d scrubbed hospital toilets. The razor clattered as blood pooled.

The door flew open—Lucas’s eyes burning crimson.