I had lost all my energy. The doctor said my body was too weak.
He told me to get plenty of rest.
After three bottles of nutrient solution, the child was saved again by him.
The next day, Aaron took me to get that tracker implanted.
The place was dark, and I was locked to the bed.
"Anderson, anesthesia isn't good for the baby," a man in a white coat said from the side.
Aaron didn't respond, but his expression said it all.
The child... is a more important bargaining chip than me.
I lay on the cold bed, the flesh on my wrist being cut open. My face was covered in cold sweat, but I refused to make a sound.
"Amanda, if it hurts, just scream... please..."
Aaron was frightened by my silence, but I just smiled at him.
I wondered, when I die, would this thing follow me into the grave?
It was terrifying to think about.
Then, I passed out—it hurt too much.
When I woke up again, Aaron was gone, but he left a note.
"Amanda, I've got work. Be good and rest at home."
I closed my eyes, pain radiating from my wrist. A small blue dot indicated that the tracker was active and could pinpoint my location.
More attention than they give to prisoners. I forced a bitter smile.
On the TV, Aaron and Nora appeared together, a picture-perfect couple.
Aaron always said it was just a contract, a business arrangement between their two families.
He explained it back then so I wouldn't be upset.
But I was just a bird in a cage. How could I ever compete with the daughter of the Peyer family?
Just then, my phone rang. It was Aaron.
"Amanda, I've been drugged. Come here."
Outside, the wind was howling. I threw on some clothes and rushed out.
He had been drugged.
Over the past three years, this happened often, and I had grown used to it. I had almost forgotten that Nora was still by his side.
I mechanically grabbed some warm water and the antidote.
As soon as I opened the door, rain poured down in torrents, and the wind nearly knocked me off my feet.
I got into the car and started driving. The night was so dark, I couldn't see the road ahead.
I only knew I was about a few dozen meters away. I could see Aaron, with Nora supporting him.
He glanced in the direction of my car, and then turned back to kiss Nora on the lips.
They entered the house together.
Did he call me here just to see this?
I didn't know how to feel—only that my heart was drowning in something cold.
Yes, what difference did it make if I came?
I was always his canary, kept in the shadows. A single tear slid down my cheek.
At this moment, my heart was truly shattered.
