Relief flooded through me—I thought I'd been saved.

But Chris let out a cold laugh and opened the door without hesitation.

"This guy was trying to seduce Ms. Milstein," he said calmly. "I'm teaching him a lesson."

The secretaries at the door looked at me with open disdain.

"Ms. Milstein is just too outstanding. That's why trash like this keeps lining up to seduce her. But don't worry, Chris—you've been by her side for five years. You're the only one in her heart."

Chris snorted. "Naturally."

Then he shot me a hostile glance as I lay sprawled on the floor and sneered, "Some people just don't know when they're humiliating themselves."

My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone, trying to call my wife.

Suddenly, Chris's gaze sharpened, locking onto the device.

The next second, he snatched it away.

A strange gleam flashed in his eyes as he stared at the back of my phone. "You've got some nerve—using a matching couple's phone case with Ms. Milstein."

He hurled it to the ground. It shattered into pieces.

"Cheapo!"

Like a furious beast, Chris grabbed my short hair with one hand and pummeled me with the other.

"I was going to let you off," he growled, "but I've changed my mind. Trash like you won't learn without a proper lesson."

He tossed me aside like a rag, then turned to the secretaries.

"This guy tried to seduce Ms. Milstein. How about we strip him naked?"

The other secretaries immediately responded, eager to join in.

I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, desperately crawling toward the door.

A sharp pain shot through my palm—Chris had stepped on my left hand. Agony exploded through my fingers, and I screamed.

The others rushed forward and pinned me down.

Crouching beside me, Chris studied my face with a cruel and amused expression.

"Not a bad face. Don't worry—I won't ruin it just yet. Once you're stripped, I'll take pictures and post them online. If I mess up your face now, people won't recognize you later. That wouldn't be as fun."

My entire body trembled. Taking advantage of the chaos, I quietly slipped the medicine out of my pocket and pushed it into a corner.

I didn't know where Chris produced a pair of scissors from, but he began cutting up my pants from the hem.

I struggled violently, but the others held me down, unmoving.

Time stretched on, long and suffocating, steeped in despair.

Before long, my pants were reduced to shreds, exposing my long legs.

"Filthy thing. No wonder you had the guts to seduce Ms. Milstein—you've got the legs for it."

At some point, a crowd had gathered at the doorway.

Most watched coldly, as if enjoying a show, but one or two people stepped forward, trying to stop Chris.

"Chris, that's enough. If something really happens, it won't be easy to explain to Ms. Milstein."

But Chris didn't care. He jabbed a finger against my forehead. "He's just a food delivery guy trying to seduce Ms. Milstein. As her secretary, isn't it my duty to deal with this kind of trouble for her?"

The man hesitated, still wanting to speak, but Chris's expression turned sharp.

"Are you sure you want to take the side of a homewrecker and go against me—the person Ms. Milstein trusts most?"

At that, the man faltered and fell silent.

"Chris, what's this?"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed secretary pointed at the medicine I had hidden in the corner.

Chris's gaze snapped toward it. In two quick strides, he reached it and stared as if trying to bore a hole through it.

"Heh…"

He let out a laugh, though his eyes were vicious, as if he might tear me apart at any moment.

"I guarded against every scheming guy in the company, but I didn't expect I'd have to guard against a food delivery guy like you. You even dared to drug Ms. Milstein. You've got guts."

He grabbed my hair again—but this time, instead of slapping me, he slammed my head into the wall.

"Go to hell! Any man who tries to steal Ms. Milstein from me deserves to die!"

When he finally tired, he threw me back onto the ground.

I hadn't even had a chance to catch my breath when a violent pain erupted in my head.

My body curled instinctively. A sharp ringing filled my ears. My vision blurred. Warm blood ran down my cheeks, slid past my chin, and dripped onto the floor.

At the very last moment before I lost consciousness, I shouted, "I'm Ella's husband!"

The air fell silent for a moment.

What met me wasn't rescue, but another sharp slap from Chris.

"You're Ms. Milstein's husband? Then what does that make me? I've been by her side for five years. I've known her for ten. I've never once heard that she's married. You think you can lie to me?"

I spat out a mouthful of blood and forced myself to speak. "We grew up together. I really am her husband."

At the mention of Ella's name, a few of the secretaries hesitated, concern flickering across their faces as if they wanted to stop him.

But Chris waved them off, utterly unconcerned.

"Relax. I know Ms. Milstein better than anyone."

He looked me up and down with open disdain.

My torn clothes lay discarded to the side like rags. I wore no expensive watch, not even a single piece of trendy clothing. The lunch I'd brought was in nothing more than a cheap, common eco bag.

Chris let out a scornful laugh. "Just look at this pathetic man—there's not a single brand-name item on him. How could he possibly be Ms. Milstein's husband?"

I had finally managed to catch a breath when I saw him pick up the medicine.

A terrible sense of dread rose in my chest.

"Blood—he's coughing up blood!" one of the secretaries cried, stepping back in alarm.

My heart began to race. Panic flooded me. Even as blood poured from my mouth in heavy gulps, my eyes remained locked on the medicine in his hand.

"Give it back…"

I lifted my hand weakly, trying to reach for it—but all I felt was another surge of blood spilling from my lips.

Chris glanced at me casually and snapped at the others, "What are you shouting for? It's just a little blood. What's there to be afraid of?"

No one dared speak for me again.

Propping myself up with what little strength I had left, I nearly begged, "Please… give me the medicine back.

"My medicine… the medicine…"

But no one stepped forward to help. They only watched, cold and detached, some with a faint, hidden thrill in their eyes.

Chris simply stood there, watching me for a full ten minutes. At last, I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed again.

Only then did he take out his phone and dial a number.

I thought he was finally calling an ambulance.

Instead, I heard Ella's voice.

"What is it?"

Her tone was clipped, giving nothing away.

"Ms. Milstein, a man came to the company today, trying to bring you lunch."

Facing her, Chris's manner was completely different from the arrogance he'd shown while beating me. His voice dropped low, almost syrupy.

Ella sounded impatient. "You need to ask me about something like that? What did I hire you for? Handle it yourself."

She hung up without another word.

Chris arched a brow and looked around smugly. "You heard her. Ms. Milstein told me to deal with you."

I tried to cry out for help, but I was too weak to make a sound.

Clicking his dress shoes against the floor, Chris walked toward me step by step.

He planted his shoe on my face, grinding it down. "With how much blood you've lost, even if I took pictures, the platform would flag them as violent content.

"Consider yourself lucky—you've escaped that. But now… it's your face's turn. Without that pretty face, let's see how you seduce Ms. Milstein."

As he spoke, he pulled a utility knife from a cabinet and hovered it over my face.

Just as despair closed in, his phone rang.

It was Ella.

Chris answered immediately.

"I need the documents for that Alpstein project right now. Prepare them at once."

"Yes, Ms. Milstein."

"I'll be at the company shortly…"

At those words, Chris's brows knit together. A trace of concern entered his voice.

"Ms. Milstein, the sun is so harsh today. What if the heat gets to you? I'll have Daisy deliver it to you instead."

"It's fine. I'll be passing by the company anyway."

"Understood, Ms. Milstein. Then I'll have Daisy bring it down to the underground parking garage."

"Alright."

Despair swallowed me whole.

Around me, the others continued praising Chris, calling him attentive, saying he never let Ms. Milstein suffer even the slightest inconvenience.

Wearing the air of a man who considered himself her husband, Chris said smugly, "Of course. Real love means caring for her in every way."

Then his gaze snapped to me, and his voice turned vicious. "But anyone who dares covet my woman will be completely crushed."

My face was swollen, my body stripped bare, large patches of skin exposed to the cold air.

Staring at the medicine in Chris's hand, I understood—I wasn't getting out of this today.

But as long as the medicine was still intact, there was still hope.

I glared at everyone present, burning their faces into my memory. I swore I would remember every single one of them and take my revenge.

Especially Chris—I would make him pay in blood.

"What's with that glare?" He struck me again. "You really won't give up until you die, huh?"

His expression darkened. "Those chest muscles—are they fake? How about I let some air out for you?"

Holding the utility knife, he walked toward me step by step, fierce and merciless, like a demon.

"Ah—!"

My scream tore through the room as the blade plunged deep into my chest. Blood poured out without end.

The pain nearly knocked me unconscious. I no longer had the strength to move.

Then, from outside the door came Ella's voice.

"Chris, where are my documents?"

Chris's hand trembled. The knife clattered to the floor. He shot a look at the other secretaries, then straightened his clothes and stepped out, pushing the door open behind him.

"Ms. Milstein, you're here so soon."

"The documents."

"Here—they're ready. I'll get them for you right away."

A brief silence followed.

I tried to call for help, forcing my mouth open with every ounce of strength I had left—but not a sound came out.

The secretaries around me watched like hawks.

The door was closed. Ella couldn't see me at all.

No—I had to do something. Anything to draw her attention.

The meeting room held nothing but a table and chairs.

While the others weren't looking, I forced my body to move, inch by inch, until I grabbed hold of a chair. With everything I had left, I tried to knock it over.

But I was too weak. Even with all my strength, the most I managed was to make the chair bump against the table.

One of the secretaries glanced toward the door, then let out a breath of relief.

The next second, the knife was yanked out of my chest.

One hand clamped over my mouth. The other drove the blade down—fast, precise, and brutal—into the back of my hand, pinning it to the floor.

My scream was smothered completely, swallowed by his palm.

In that moment, hatred consumed me.

I hated that Ella was just beyond that door, yet utterly unaware of my suffering.

I hated the secretary she had brought into her company, who was now torturing me.

"Ms. Milstein, here are the documents you requested."

"Mm."

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No."

Her steady footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Then suddenly, her voice came again, closer this time.

"Oh, right. The man you mentioned earlier—where is he?"

Chris's voice carried a hint of panic, though he masked it well. "Ms. Milstein, why are you asking about him all of a sudden? I've already taken care of it."

"It's nothing. I just feel a little uneasy today, so I asked. If he's gone, then forget it."

She turned to leave again.

Inside, I screamed desperately, but all that awaited me was deeper despair.

Then Ella's steps halted.

She pointed at the lunchbox I had brought, lying on the floor.

"Where did this lunchbox come from?"

Her low voice rang out, laced with a faint, uncertain tremor.