Roger paused, taken aback, as he watched me wearily retreat to my room
His brow furrowed, and he coldly stated, “That bedroom is now Louise’s. You’ll need to move to another one, Megan,”
I hesitated for a moment, then silently began to pack my things.
The next day, just as I was about to step out, I heard Louise’s muffled sobs.
“Roger, I’m so sorry. I’m allergic to hair… If I get any other woman’s hair on me, it makes me feel awful…”
The moment her words hung in the air, Roger whipped around to look at me. I instinctively took a step back, but then he said, “Megan, if Louise is allergic, you need to cut your hair.”
A chill swept through me. I couldn’t believe he would buy into such a ridiculous excuse. I instinctively refused, but Roger’s expression darkened as he approached me with a pair of scissors in hand.
“It’s just hair, Megan! It’ll grow back! If Louise really is allergic, it could be serious!”
away.
Before I could protest further, he seized my hands, ignoring my desperate struggles, and with a few swift snips, my hair fell
Louise stood by, a smug smile on her face, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
When I finally caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was horrified. My hair was a jagged mess, uneven, and utterly unflattering.
“Roger, are you out of your mind?” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I bolted out the door.
People on the street stopped and stared at my disheveled hair, some even pulling out their phones to snap pictures. Why was my life such a mess?
In a daze, I dialed the real estate agent and listed the house Roger and I had bought together. I had poured all my savings into that place, hoping it would be our home. Instead, it had become a prison.
After a quick trim at a nearby salon, I rushed to the office.
As soon as I arrived, I learned that Roger had fired several female employees to give Louise a sense of security.
My blood boiled at the thought.
When Roger had been in a coma, I had worked tirelessly to keep his company afloat, and now he was squandering everything so carelessly!
I spent the morning calming my team down when suddenly my phone pinged with a message from Louise. She sent me a few photos, and just one glance made my blood run cold.
They were intimate pictures of Roger and Louise in bed together.
They had taken their relationship to that level.
The thought of Roger’s concern for Louise and her unborn child sent chills down my spine.
Imused, “Whose child is it, really?”
Stunned, I stood frozen for a few minutes until my phone rang.
Roger’s frantic voice pierced through my thoughts. “Megan, something’s happened to Louise! She needs a blood transfusion, and I remember your blood type is the same as hers. You have to come and save her!”
My mind went blank, a ringing in my ears drowning out everything else.
When I arrived at the hospital, Roger grabbed my wrist with a grip that felt like iron, his eyes bloodshot and frantic.
“Please, save Louise, Megan! You have to help her!” he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation.
I managed to croak out. “Why should I?”
I
I thought, “Why does he expect me to save Louise? He knows I have anemia.”
“Megan! When life hangs in the balance, how can you be so heartless? You’re downright venomous, wishing death upon Louise! I know you’re jealous of her, but there’s nothing between us, so stop making a scene!”
With that, he forcefully pinned me down on the operating table, crazed, shouting, “Doctor! Hurry, give Louise a transfusion!”
Staring into the contorted face of this man. I felt a pan of disillusionment
Staring into the contorted face of this man, I felt a pang of disillusionment.
I thought, “is this really the lover I have tended to for three long years with all my heart?”
The doctor shook his head, refusing to heed Roger’s demand, and helped me off the table. “Mr. Moore, blood transfusions require consent. Doing otherwise is illegal.”
Roger’s expression turned to one of supplication. “Megan… I know you’re not really that cruel, Please, save Louise. I promise, if you help her, I’ll marry you!”
He seemed to offer our marriage as if it were some favor.
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but let out a sardonic smile.
Then, my voice lifeless, I said, “Alright, I’ll do it.”
