Chapter 4

That day, I pretended everything was normal, drank the health drink, and left for work.

Actually, after leaving, I took the health drink I'd scooped from the pot and sent it to a testing center.

I paid extra for rush results within 8 hours.

All day, thinking about what was happening at home, I was on edge, anxious as if being roasted over a fire.

I didn't want to believe that the man I'd been with for 10 years was a freak who'd pimp out his own wife for a promotion!

After work, the moment I walked in, Martha pulled her fleshy face into a fake smile. "Oh my, Lila's home! Come, come, come sit down. Oh honey, I made another health drink tonight. Drink up quickly, it's so good for your skin."

I took the health drink and brought it to my lips, but kept watching Martha from the corner of my eye.

That scheming expression made me sick.

I pretended to set down the drink. "Martha, I'm not feeling well today. I don't want to drink it."

Hearing this, Martha's voice suddenly shot up eight octaves, sharp and piercing. "What do you drink?! How can you not drink? You must drink!"

She actually forced it down my throat.

After seeing me finish the whole bowl, she returned to that kind, benevolent expression. "Good Lila, you're such a blessing to our family."

As she spoke, she kept looking me up and down with a disgusting gaze. Like a man would.

I suppressed my nausea. "Martha, I'm going to take a shower."

"Yes, yes, go ahead. A shower is good!"

I walked into the bedroom bathroom and started making myself throw up, until I'd expelled all of the health drink!

I raised my head, gripping the sink tightly. My eyes were bloodshot from the vomiting, filled with tears. "Dylan! Martha! If you really are this inhuman, then don't blame me for what comes next!"

That night, I did things with Dylan just like before.

After throwing up that bowl of drink, I clearly felt that today wasn't like usual. My mind wasn't foggy at all. Instead, I was unusually clear-headed.

Just as I suspected, after blindfolding me, he got up again for "protection." After a while, a man came in.

When he entered me, I clearly felt the size was wrong!

Every previous time my mind had been so hazy, I hadn't noticed at all!

Listening to his voice, my hand touched that scar as always...

It really was him!

In an instant, I ripped off the blindfold. The man seemed shocked that I would do this and got startled, releasing immediately.

I looked at this unfamiliar face. "Who are you?!"