Chapter 2

• The door clicked shut behind him.
• He unplugged all the phones in the room, drew the heavy curtains, and the whole room plunged into darkness.
• After doing all this, he walked to the bedside table and took out my pill bottle.
• Right in front of me, he unscrewed the cap and poured the remaining white pills into the toilet, flushing them away.
• Then, he pulled out a new pill bottle from his pocket, containing darker and larger pills.
• He poured out one pill, filled a glass of water, and brought it to me.
• With that disgustingly gentle smile back on his face, he softly said to me, "Be a good girl, Lucy, take this. Once you take it, you won't think about those things anymore."
• The darker pill was forcibly shoved into my mouth, the bitter taste spreading on my tongue.
• The immense blow and the strong effect of the medicine swept through my body like a storm. I started running a high fever, my whole being engulfed in chaos.
• In the hazy dream, I went back to the past.
• The spotlight was like a scorching sun, shining on me. Below the stage was a deafening applause and screams.
• I was wearing the most gorgeous dress, holding the heavy Best Actress trophy.
• But in the blink of an eye, the lights went out, and I stood naked on the cold street, the dog leash around my neck suffocating me, surrounded by disdainful and mocking gazes.
• "No!"
• I woke up from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
• The curtains were tightly closed, the room dark, with only a sliver of light seeping in through the door crack.
• Kian was not there.
• I sat up with my sore body, looking at the pale, hollow-eyed woman in the mirror.
• This was what Kian wanted—a plaything stripped of everything, scorned by others, living only by his side.
• No, I couldn't give up like this.
• I am Lucy, the Best Actress who stands under the spotlight, captivating thousands with my acting skills. If he wants to turn me into a waste, then I'll show him a performance.
• So when Kian walked in and saw me curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging my knees, looking at him with timid and dependent eyes.
• He was very pleased with my transformation.
• "Lucy, are you hungry? I made soup for you." He sat on the bed, holding a bowl, his tone gentle.
• I didn't say anything, just silently shed tears.
• He put down the bowl, pulled me into his arms, and gently stroked my back, "Don't be afraid, it's all in the past. From now on, you only have me."
• I obediently leaned against him, burying my face in his chest, hiding the coldness in my eyes.
• He personally fed me porridge and took out that bottle of new medicine.
• He didn't say anything, just looked at me with mocking eyes.
• I knew he didn't trust me at all.
• So I lifted my head, looked at him with a complex expression of fear and trust, and then I opened my mouth.
• The pill was placed in my mouth.
• Instead of swallowing it immediately, I discreetly pushed it under the base of my tongue. Then I took the water cup, tilted my head back, drank water, felt my throat roll, and made a swallowing motion.
• Only then did Kian nod in satisfaction, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, then left the bedroom with the empty bowl.
• The door was closed and locked from the outside.
• I immediately rushed into the bathroom, spat out the pill hidden under my tongue into the toilet, watched the pill disappear, leaned against the wall, and gasped for air.
• From that day on, I became the perfect patient.
• Kian was very satisfied with my performance. He no longer locked me in the bedroom all day, and even started handling some company affairs in front of me.
• He probably thought that a woman destroyed by drugs and mental illness couldn't understand or remember anything.
• I played the role of an empty doll, staring blankly out the window, engraving every project name, every business partner, and every enemy's name that he mentioned on the phone in my mind.
• I started playing the role of a wife who loved him deeply and was afraid of losing him.
• When he came home late, I would sit on the sofa in the living room waiting for him, tears streaming down my face as soon as I saw him.
• If he had to socialize, I would hold onto his waist, acting cute and reluctant to let him go.
• These behaviors greatly satisfied his sickening need for control. He enjoyed seeing me cry for him, laugh for him, and become a useless mess without him.
• Until one day, he brought Genni back home.