LUAHU

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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In the Biologic Clinical Laboratory of

Bio-engineering Preparation Major of Pharmacy Department of Onimore Medical University, Shine Empire.

Using his horn-rimmed glasses, the old professor peered over his students doing experiments. Today, the students must improve their formulas.

He walked through each student's work area to check their progress. Suddenly, something caught his attention. He looked very displeased. "Angela! Look at your laboratory rat!"

Angela looked at the dying rat and felt embarrassed with herself. "My new formula was correct. I wonder what went wrong?"

The old professor grabbed her formula and glowered at her, "Angela! You did it on purpose, right?" He suspected that it was her plan all along.

Angela gave a puzzled look, "What went wrong, Mr. Angela?" She tried to understand what the professor had said to her. She looked closely and saw the dose, where his thumb circled around.

That meant she put an extra dose of 10 mg. The rat was clearly overdosed.

"You put an extra dose of 10 mg of chemical A, Angela!" It would be a miracle if the rat was still alive. "Whoever employs you as a medicine developer will surely have his medicine factory closed!" The professor blurted out. Someone laughed. There was no need for Angela to guess who she was. Well, of course, that was Susie!

Angela snatched the improved formula and held up her hand before Susie, whose face had just been injected with hyaluronic acid, could say a word. "Shut your mouth! Just say one more word and I will make this formula paper into pills and watch you swallow it every day!"

After Susie heard that, the color drained out of her face. She quickly took her gloves and checked her face. She felt an instant relief after making sure it was just fine.

Susie may have a tough shell, but she could be easily frightened. To get even, she complained, "Mr. Finch, Angela wants to fight with others in your class. She doesn't even respect you!"

Mr. Finch's expression hardened. He glared at Angela, "Stay after class and clean the classroom, Angela."

Angela remained unconvinced. She protested, "She started this! Haven't you heard what she said first, Mr. Finch? She provoked me."

"I said clean the classroom! I don't want to hear any words from you!" Mr. Finch couldn't be swayed. Angela's refute had completely outraged him.

Nancy Hammond moved closer to Angela and consoled her, "You knew that Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle, right? You shouldn't even say a word. Don't worry, I will stay with you."

Right! How could Angela even forget? Of course, Mr. Finch was Susie's uncle! She immediately went to the laboratory door and blocked the way. "So, you wanted me to clean the classroom? Fine. But Susie is going to stay and clean with me! Otherwise, no one leaves the laboratory!"

Mr. Finch was named Berg Finch but Angela liked to call him Bug behind his back.

Despite Berg's irritation, Brant, the tutor, had always treated Angela nicely. Because of this, he felt compelled to show her a little bit of mercy. He ordered his niece, "Stay and help Angela clean the classroom!"

Susie knew this was going to happen! She felt bad. She didn't know what Angela had to do with their tutor. Why did she always get this kind of treatment? She didn't get any punishment for her misbehavior.

The drama was over. Angela told Nancy, who insisted to stay with her, to go out of the laboratory, "I'll be fine. I'll clean this quick. Just wait for me outside."

Nancy didn't object. "Okay. You don't have to rush. I'll wait."

Angela returned to the laboratory and saw Susie holding a disinfectant liquid. She blocked her way and said, "Don't you like Randal Rogers, Susie?"

"How did you know that?" Susie's cheeks turned pink when her secret was revealed.

Angela felt so pleased with herself, "Of course, I know. I will get him to ask you out if you would stay and clean the laboratory. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't believe you! You actually think that I don't know but I am fully aware that you like him too!" She couldn't take any of the lies that she just heard from that woman.

Much to Angela's surprise, she stuttered, "How did you know that I like... Randal?"

Susie answered, "Every time you see him, your eyes would always light up! It's not hard to notice that!"

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