Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit

s nearly empty. Chloe had controlled all our finances, and she'd locked me out of everything. All I had were the clothes on my back and a few hundred dolla

as Chloe. She looked out of place in the dingy hallway, her expen

st me into the room. She looked around

tely softened. "Mark, honey, what's wrong?" Her voice was filled with pani

e, her eyes blazing with ac

I asked, completely bewildered

allergic reaction, but they can't find the source. It only started after you attacked him." She pointed a fi

narrative, the one where I was the villain. "Chlo

. "He's at the Westside Clinic. We're go

ith a slight wheeze. He had an IV in his arm. He gave me a weak, triumphant

loe," he rasped, reaching for her hand. "It's getting

re making it worse just by bein

I insisted, my voice rising in

r. The bag of saline solution crashed to the floor, spilling acros

nurse asked, her ey

mbling finger at me. "He pushed it over

imed lie, another scene where I was the agg

is face grim. "We found a mild organic irritant in the IV fluid," he said, looking at me with suspicion. "It's not life

o his own IV bag before we even got there. There was no wa

security," th

o me, and the look in her eyes terrified me. It was a look of utter betrayal, but not because she t

spital orderlies flanked us, and they dragged me down the hall to a diff

my arms down. "What are you doing?" I y

n antidote. From a... a related source." She looked at the doctor. "He has a unique physiology. His bloo

ers. Not to save Mark, because he wasn't in danger. But to use me, to harvest a part of me like I was some kind of lab anima

raps, a raw, desperate fear clawing at my throat. "Chloe, please," I begg

ust looked at the technician and

de of love and trust turning to ash in an instant. It was all a lie. She had never loved me. She had only owned me.