“Drain it slowly,” Pamela instructed, like a general plotting a siege. “If she somehow notices the missing funds later, we will simply tell her it went to specialized, out-of-network medical bills that weren’t covered by her insurance. She already feels guilty for being a burden to you. We use that guilt.”
“What if she figures it out?” Logan asked, a hint of cowardice in his voice. “What if she tries to leave me?”
“Leave you?” Pamela scoffed, a sound of pure disdain. “Logan, look at her. She’s a deaf, scarred woman who can’t even walk to the bathroom by herself right now. Remind her that she is damaged goods. You are the saint who stayed by her side. Who else would want a broken woman? She’s trapped.”
A single, hot tear leaked from the corner of my closed eye, soaking into the pillow. But it wasn’t a tear of sorrow. It was a tear of absolute, unadulterated rage.
What disgusting pieces of trash, I thought, my heart turning to solid ice.
The woman I had spent three years trying to impress, and the man I had promised my life to, were standing over my broken body, casually dividing up my life like vultures picking at a carcass. They thought they had trapped a wounded bird. They didn’t know they had just woken a sleeping dragon.
“She’s waking up,” Pamela whispered sharply. “Get into position.”
I let out a soft groan, fluttering my eyelids open, feigning a groggy, medicated haze.
Logan leaned down immediately, his face instantly transforming back into the mask of the tragic, loving husband. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my forehead, his touch making my skin crawl with revulsion.
“You’re safe with us,” he whispered gently, exaggerating his lip movements. “I love you.”
I forced a sleepy, adoring smile onto my face. I lifted my heavy, bruised hand and gently touched his cheek, forcing myself not to flinch from the contact.
“I love you too,” I mouthed silently.
