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Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand,"" he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. ""I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now."" He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. ""What did you expect?"" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. ""This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife."" Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. ""Like I said, Emma, it's crucial that you find a way to make these payments. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep your father in the hospital."" Dr. Collins' voice felt distant, muffled, like I was hearing it underwater. My fingers gripped the chair beneath me as I fought to hold back the tears burning behind my eyes. ""I spoke to the board again,"" he continued, ""but they refused to continue funding his treatment-especially in his condition. You know there isn't much hope, and they'd rather allocate resources to cases with a higher chance of recovery."" His words cut through me like a blade. ""How can they just give up on him?"" My voice wavered, my breath unsteady. ""I know he'll recover. I know one day he'll open his eyes. Dr. Collins, I can't give up on him-he's all I have left. Please."" The doctor sighed, his gaze soft with pity. ""Emma, I promise I did everything I could. I even waived my fees to lower the costs, but the hospital won't budge. The equipment and medication he needs are expensive-it's a huge burden on the facility. Please, try to understand..."" His hand landed on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me, but it did nothing. I felt cold. Empty. I walked out of the hospital in a daze, feeling like the world was caving in around me. Leaving my father in a place where his recovery wasn't a priority was unbearable. I had to do something. I had to find a way to get the money. The Next Morning The moment I stepped out of my apartment, something caught my eye-a piece of paper taped to my door. I turned back, plucked it from the wood, and froze.

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