Chapter 5

"This injection will make you beg for more."

"Want to try it?"

He smirked wickedly.

Fear finally gripped my heart.

I thought he was just playing games, but he actually intended to inject me with drugs.

"Mr. Roscente, please don't do this. I beg you."

I pleaded in terror.

He grabbed my shoulders and forced me down onto the chair.

"Too late for regrets. You came here willingly."

"I wonder how many of these substances you'll endure."

In that moment, I realized I had walked into a lion's den.

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. "No... don't do this to me."

He laughed hysterically. "Cry harder! Your tears excite me!"

"Today, you'll experience pleasures beyond your imagination!"

Just as the needle was about to pierce my skin, the basement door burst open.

"Freeze! Police!"

Julian dropped the syringe in shock, his face pale.

"You..."

Tears still in my eyes, I whispered with a faint smile, "Did you think I approached you without a purpose?"

Then I resumed crying.

"Ah! Don't touch me! Stay away, you rapist!"

Julian wasn't angry. He sneered, "Olivia, you're clever. But the final laugh isn't yours yet."

He was swiftly handcuffed and taken away by the police.

A female officer escorted me out, offering water and comfort.

"Thank goodness your smartwatch alerted us. Otherwise, you'd have been in real danger. Your two children are waiting for you back home."

I smiled bitterly. "Yes. Thank you, Officer."

She added, "Even though your husband is gone, you must take care of yourself."

This officer had handled my husband's case a year ago and had always shown kindness.

"I understand."

"Don't worry. I'll do everything to help investigate who killed your husband."

But I already knew the truth.

A year ago, my husband died suddenly from poisoning at work.

Julian had been his colleague then.

They were equally competent, competing for the same promotion.

After my husband's death, Julian naturally became the manager.

I was certain he was the murderer.

The police suspected him too but found no evidence.

I took matters into my own hands, tracking his daily routines.

I discovered his perverted nature and obsession with harassing women.

He drove them to mental breakdowns, then paid them off.

So I joined his company intentionally.

I risked everything to search his home for evidence.

Today, I found those drugs in his basement.

I secretly recorded everything with my smartwatch and called the police, pretending to be assaulted.

"Officer, I believe Julian killed my husband. Please test those substances in his basement."

She nodded. "I'll get to the bottom of this."

Over a year of seeking revenge had exhausted me.

I took a shower and fell into a deep sleep.

But nightmares followed.

A man touched my body and injected me with a needle.

He laughed maniacally. "Did you think you won? I told you—the final laugh isn't yours!"

I woke up with a jolt.

Julian stood before me, holding an empty syringe.

The drugs were already inside me.

My body reacted almost immediately.

"You... you monster!"

He grinned like a cunning fox.

"Not a monster—just smarter than you."

"Olivia, you didn't even change your name when you joined the company."

"Didn't your husband tell you? He showed me your photos and mentioned your name."

"I knew your intentions from day one."