My CEO wife, Cassandra Solis, has high hopes for me. In fact, she has drafted an elite training program for me.

I have to work over 20 hours a day, finish every meal within 3 minutes, and spend no more than a minute in the restroom.

"Honey, elites must achieve what normal people can't. Only when you become a true elite can I entrust the company to you."

I can feel the major responsibility weighing down on my shoulders. Every day, I devote everything I have to work.

Five years later, I've successfully taken the company public. I've also completed Cassandra's hardcore training program.

But at the end-of-the-year gala, Cassandra hands over the position of the Executive Vice President—the same one that she's promised to me—to her newly-recruited assistant.

Upon noticing my displeasure, Cassandra explains to me smilingly while holding a bouquet of flowers, "Oh, silly you! Having a completely useless boss is the final trial I've set up for you! Once you've completed this trial, I can finally hand the company to you!"

But lines of text suddenly flash across my vision.

"Oh, poor Harvey! He still has no idea that Cassandra has been training him just so he can earn more money in order to clear off Xavier's debt! Not only that, but she also steals the position Harvey has been longing for and gives it to Xavier! Cassandra really has crossed a line this time!"

"You're being too dramatic. Cassandra is just paying Xavier back for his benevolence. She feels guilty for what she's done to Harvey, you know. Once she's done paying back her debt to Xavier, she'll pay attention to Harvey once again and live happily ever after with him."

I'm stunned by what I see.

Is this the actual purpose behind the elite training program?

I'm about to pull out the terminal cancer diagnosis report, but I quickly stuff it back into my pocket.

It's a shame that I'm about to die. I suppose that I can't live long enough to see that day.

Harvey's Point-of-View

"This is an improved laxative. It works instantly and helps your digestion without giving you nonstop diarrhea. It's bathroom time. Go now."

My wife, Cassandra Solis, handed me a glass of water mixed with laxatives. The temperature was set to 104 degrees Fahrenheit, warm enough that it wouldn't upset my stomach.

A stack of toilet paper sat beside it, laid out neatly. There were exactly ten sheets, and they were thick enough that even diarrhea wouldn't soak through.

She pressed the countdown timer, and its rapid beeping drilled into my nerves.

Five years of training had conditioned my body into acting on habit.

My mind was still trying to make sense of the lines of text floating in front of my eyes, but my hand had already taken the glass and drained it in one gulp. My legs had already moved, sprinting for the restroom.

The toilet flushed loudly.

When I came out, Cassandra was leaning against the sink in the men's restroom. A group of men ran past her, scrambling to pull up their pants, but she didn't care. She simply pressed the timer to stop it.

The display froze at 00:00:03.

A faint smile finally appeared on her usually cold face.

"Not bad," she said. "Three seconds faster than last time."

That rare praise lit a small spark of joy in me. Then, I remembered the strange lines of text.

I rubbed my eyes, convinced I must've been seeing things because I was too sick.

Back in high school, I had been dead last in class. It was only because of Cassandra's brutal study plan that I managed to turn my life around and get into Dalvea University, the best university in the country.

After that, under her guidance, I was among the top performers the whole way through.

She had put this much effort into training me because she wanted me to be someone she could rely on. It definitely wasn't because she wanted me to help pay off another man's debts.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh.

Cassandra frowned and caught my wrist as I rubbed my eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't rub your eyes before washing your hands. It's bad for them. If you do it again, I'm taking an hour off your rest time."

She pulled both my hands under the faucet, pumped soap into my palms, and made me follow the standard seven-step handwashing method.

After she dried my hands, she opened a toolbox, took out a ruler, and clipped the one millimeter of nail growth I had just gotten. She left them at the length that was most suitable for typing.

When she finished, she gave my back a light pat. "Time for work. Go back to your desk."

Watching how careful and attentive Cassandra was with me only made me more certain that the floating text had to be fake.

I told myself every odd thing I'd noticed was just a symptom and shoved the terminal diagnosis report deeper into my pocket.

I wanted to tell Cassandra I was sick, but after thinking about it, I decided against it. I was afraid she would be devastated and that it might be a misdiagnosis.

I was about to ask for time off so I could go to a bigger hospital and get a more thorough check-up when a voice cut in.

"Cassie!"

Cassandra's newly hired assistant, Xavier Lynch, walked over. He reeked of alcohol, and his cheeks were flushed from being drunk.

I thought he was done for. Cassandra was always strict. Drinking at work was a serious violation.

The first time I accidentally broke one of her rules, she made me stand in a corner while she yanked my ear and chewed me out for five straight hours.

I was almost looking forward to watching her explode at Xavier, but she only scolded him with mild irritation, "Drinking is bad for your health. Don't do it so often."

That was it?

While I stood there, completely stunned, Xavier swayed and spoke in a cutesy tone right in front of everyone.

"Cassie, I just got promoted, and the pressure's been insane. I didn't have a choice, so I drank. If you approve a one-month beach vacation so I can reset, I'll quit drinking immediately."

Cassandra waved him off impatiently. "Get lost."

Xavier squealed like he'd just won the lottery. "Does that mean you agreed? Cassie, I love you so much."

The way he talked made my stomach churn.

I was about to ask why Cassandra wasn't punishing him when the lines of text drifted across my eyes again.

"Cassandra is seriously biased. The last time Harvey got an infection and a fever, he only wanted to rest for ten minutes, but Cassandra still wouldn't allow it. She made him work while he was on an IV drip."

"That's not true. Harvey just never complained. Only the squeaky wheel gets the grease. If Harvey had asked the way Xavier did, Cassandra would've agreed."

I had no idea why these texts kept appearing in front of me, but it hit exactly where it hurt.

I was still trying to decide whether I should do what it suggested when Cassandra checked the time, looked at me, and hardened her expression.

"Why are you still not back at your desk? You've already wasted 30 seconds. Life is short. How much time do you think you can afford to waste?"

Her tone toward me and her tone toward Xavier couldn't have been more different.

At that, I pressed my lips together. "Cassandra, I want to take some time off."

Cassandra's voice jumped sharply. "Time off? Why?"

In the past, I'd swallowed everything and never asked anyone for anything. But this time, I finally understood something.

It wasn't that Cassandra didn't care about me. It was that I was always trying to be strong, and I never showed her any vulnerability.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm tired. I want to take half a day off."

For the past five years, I'd worked year-round without a break, running like a spinning top. It was only because I was human that I hadn't broken down. If I were a machine, I would've been scrapped a long time ago.

I waited, hoping she would soften and ask if I was okay.

But not only did she reject my request, she even berated me.

"You saw Xavier ask for time off, so now you're copying him? What is he, compared to you? He's lazy. He's a parasite. He's trash that even the dumpster wouldn't take. You're an elite I spent years shaping!

"Tired, you say? Elites don't get tired. Elites should feel better the more they work. They should get more energized, not less."

"Honey, tell me. What's our slogan?" she shouted.

My body reacted instinctively. I snapped into a rigid stance and shouted back. "Good, better, and best. I'm the greatest!"

Cassandra clapped, satisfied. "Good. Now, answer me. What are you going to do next?"

Just then, the people nearby turned to stare.

The attention burning into my skin made shame rise in my throat, and it also snapped me awake. I looked at Cassandra and held my ground. "I want to take time off—"

A loud smack echoed through the office.

Cassandra had slapped me across the face. "You're impossible. Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?"

For a second, my mind went completely blank.

She hit me.

Cassandra was still furious, and she raised her hand again.

Just then, Xavier rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her.

"Cassie, don't be mad. It's my fault. I'm the useless one who led him astray," he said. "Give me another three months off and one million dollars as living expenses, and I'll disappear to the farthest country. I won't corrupt him ever again."

Cassandra pulled out a card and threw it at him. "Ten million dollars. Take it. Keep your promise and get as far away as possible."

The sharp edge of the card knocked his forehead and left a red mark, but he broke into a wide grin. "Cassie, your money hits so good. I'm so happy. Love you!"

He even blew her a kiss.

Cassandra's mouth curled in disgust, but her eyes held a hint of indulgence.

Something inside me cracked.

I had too many words stuck in my chest, and none of them could find their way out. I held my burning cheek and turned to go downstairs.

It was then that the lines of text floated into view again.

"Don't be sad, Harvey. Cassandra can't stand Xavier either. She's only putting up with him because she owes him. Look, you just left, and Cassandra's already chasing after you. She's even holding a gift for you."

I froze, staring at the words.

Before I could process them, Cassandra was already in front of me, touching my face.

"I'm sorry. I lost control," she apologized. "Honey, I just didn't want to see you get led astray and ruin everything you've worked for all these years."

When I didn't respond, she held out a pure gold pendant. "I had this specially requested for you. It'll keep you safe and steady."

I was rather touched, and I almost reached for it.

Then, the lines of text appeared again.

"Cassandra's unbelievable! She clearly requested the pendant for Xavier. It even has his initials engraved on it."

"He saved her life. What's wrong with her requesting something for him? You people are so ungrateful."

My face drained of color as I flipped the pendant over. The letters "XL" were engraved on it.

Cassandra seemed to think I was happy to receive the gift.

"He's just a nobody. I don't care what happens to him, but you're my husband," she said. "You're the person closest to me. When you love someone, you hold them to higher standards. Everything I do is for your own good."

Her words barely reached me. All I could see were the words in front of my eyes.

"She shouldn't have given Harvey something Xavier didn't want. That's downright humiliating!"

"Cassandra has no choice. Xavier owes too much money. She wants to pay it off quickly so he'll stop clinging to her. In fact, she's saving money by doing this."

"Saving money? Harvey's phone broke once, and he wanted to spend a thousand dollars on a new phone, but Cassandra refused. She only spent 200 dollars to buy him a used one.

"Meanwhile, Xavier gets ten million dollars for vacations, swaps phones twice every month, and even buys the latest headphones the second they drop. Cassandra pays for all of it. Why didn't she try to save money then?"

As it turned out, even the apology gift was something Xavier didn't want. Moreover, she had spent so much on him behind my back.

A bitter smile tugged at my mouth. The favoritism couldn't be any more obvious, and she still claimed to love me?

Cassandra urged me to go back to work again.

Disappointed, I handed the pendant back. "I'm not going."

Her face darkened immediately. "What are you doing? You used to be so obedient!"

I stayed silent.

Even the lines of text that had been defending me started pushing back.

"Harvey, what are you doing? Once you finish this project, the money will be enough for Cassandra to pay everything off. After that, she can finally love you wholeheartedly. You made it through five years already. Why give up right when it matters most?"