He Stole Mom’s Medicine to Save His First Love

“You slut who can’t live without a man! Tessa, your mother should see how cheap you’ve become.”

Vanessa shed all pretense of elegance and spat her insults venomously—but clearly, that wasn’t enough for her.

“She’s all yours.” She snapped her fingers mockingly at the bodyguard whose eyes were glued to my exposed body. “Have your fun. Invite more if you want—just don’t kill her.”

“Vanessa, isn’t this a bit too—” Ethan hadn’t expected her to go this far and tried to intervene.

But before he could finish, Vanessa’s eyes welled up with tears.

“You really do love her more! Ethan, what am I to you? A side piece? A plaything? I was such a fool to believe you only loved me! Fine. I’ll leave and take our son. Go enjoy your perfect little family of four!”

Ethan panicked and wrapped her tightly in his arms. “Vanessa, don’t say that! I only love you. I’d do anything for you. Tessa? She’s just a mutt who breeds well. If it makes you happy, do whatever you want with her!”

Vanessa appeared touched by his words and began sobbing harder—but behind his back, she looked at me with a victorious smirk.

Then she leaned in and whispered something in Ethan’s ear with a teasing glint in her eyes. He immediately scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom, completely forgetting what he had left me to face.

The utility room door shut once again. The bodyguard eagerly tore off his tie, walking toward me with a vile grin. His massive frame blocked the light like a looming shadow.

“...Might sting a bit at first, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He reached for me—but just as he was about to make contact, I plunged the rusted fork into my own neck, and blood sprayed everywhere.

“Ah!” The bodyguard, face splattered in blood, froze in shock, then screamed like a siren.

I couldn’t help but smile faintly. It was a prison trick—designed to look fatal, but avoid hitting anything vital.

But I am too weak now. Days without water, the fever, and sudden blood loss dragged me into a haze.

“If she dies, we’re done for!” I barely heard Ethan’s panicked shouting before I passed out completely.

When I arrived, I was lying in a hospital bed. My wounds were bandaged with care.

No one was in the room. A wave of hope surged in me—I climbed off the bed, determined to escape.

But as I peeked outside, I saw two of Ethan’s bodyguards stationed at the end of the corridor.

Luckily, the doctor’s office was across the hall, its door slightly ajar.

I waited for the right moment and slipped inside unnoticed.

No one was there. I spotted a phone on the desk and dialed the gentleman’s emergency number.

“Ms. Morgan? Are you safe now?” His voice was gentle, full of concern.

His kindness shattered the wall I’d held up. Tears spilled over.

“No... I’m not safe. Not even close.”

Every word made my neck throb with pain, and I trembled uncontrollably—but I couldn’t stop talking.

He was the only hope I had left.

“My husband’s girlfriend used my kids to threaten me. She made me eat rotten food like a dog. I stabbed myself to escape being gang-raped… Sir, I’m at the state hospital now. I... I don’t know if I can make it to our agreed meeting time.”

He was furious—his voice trembled with anger—but he stayed composed.

“Ms. Morgan, give me five hours. I’ll be there before sunset.”

I was about to thank him when I heard hurried footsteps approaching.

I quickly hung up and ducked behind the desk.

A young male doctor entered first—followed by Vanessa.

What stunned me even more was what happened next—they kissed, passionately, like lovers who couldn’t be apart.

I covered my mouth and nose, terrified even my breathing would give me away.

“...Baby, we need to stop,” Vanessa finally said, pulling away faster than him.

I saw the man’s name tag: “Ryan Blake.”

Then it clicked—I’d heard that name before. He was the son of Vanessa’s stepfather. Her half-brother.

“I hate hearing that name.” Ryan gripped her waist so tightly it looked like he wanted to merge her into himself.

“When are you going to leave, Ethan? I swear, I’m going mad. I can’t stand knowing my woman is in another man’s bed—or my son calling him father!”

“Baby, just a little longer.”

Vanessa cradled his face and kissed him softly. “I hate him more than you do. One more month. He’ll be ruined. I’ll take everything. Then the three of us can disappear—together.”