He Drugged Me for His First Love, I Stayed Awake Chapter 08

He Drugged Me for His First Love, I Stayed Awake Chapter 08

Ryan suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, only to be shocked to find nothing but

disgust in my eyes.

I had originally been too lazy to explain, but Ryan refused to give up. “Emily, as long as you stop

seeing that man, I can-I can pretend nothing ever happened.”

No anger, no tears.

I simply stated calmly, “That night at the pool hall, you thought I was completely unconscious. But I was only physically paralyzed-my consciousness was clear the entire time… Ryan Mitchell, I won’t be returning to the school. From now on, if we meet again, let’s just pretend we don’t know

each other.”

With that, I got up and went to the counter to order a full-sugar iced coffee to go.

I hailed a taxi and left.

As I got in the car, I heard a splash behind me, followed by commotion on the riverbank.

I didn’t ask the driver to turn back, letting the crowd in the rearview mirror grow smaller and

smaller.

At the San Francisco International Conference Center, I packed up my simultaneous interpretation

equipment and pressed my throbbing temples.

The three-day Economic Forum was finally over, and my first independent simultaneous interpretation assignment had been completed successfully.

“You did great.” David handed me a cup of hot cocoa, his eyes sparkling with a smile. “The organizers praised your accurate translation.”

I smiled slightly, but caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.

Six months later, Jessica had become skeletal, staring at me with deadly intensity.

“Emily Carter!” Her shrill voice drew stares from passersby, and David instinctively stepped in front of me. “It’s all your fault! Ryan only sent me to prison because of you!”

She trembled, then suddenly laughed maniacally. “But it doesn’t matter. As long as I get your

forgiveness letter, I can get a reduced sentence.”

I turned away coldly, but she suddenly grabbed my bag strap and knelt on the ground, sobbing. “Do you know how terrifying prison is? They wouldn’t even give me water to drink. To survive, I had to

drink my own urine.”

I felt no sympathy for her whatsoever.

Her expression instantly twisted, and she pulled out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them in my face. “What about these? If I send your intimate photos to your current colleagues, what do

you think will happen?”

Photos scattered like snowflakes.

“Distributing intimate photos and threatening others–for serious cases, the sentence is three

years or more in prison.” David immediately pulled out his phone to call the police.

Jessica’s face went pale, but she forced a cold laugh. “Emily Carter, do you think David really likes

you? He just pities you! A used piece of trash, someone whose belly has had a dead baby in it…

“Enough!” A cold, stern voice interrupted her.

Ryan appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Jessica’s wrist. “Give me the photos.”

She leaned toward him with tears streaming down her face. “Ryan, I was trying to help you…”

Ryan shook her off and tore the photos to shreds, his tone ice-cold. “I warned you never to appear in front of her again. Were the thirty men I sent to deal with you and Steve not enough of a lesson?”

Jessica was thunderstruck, staggering back two steps. “Steve is disabled-he’ll have to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of his life. And I can never have children… So it was you who orchestrated

all of it!”

Suddenly, she laughed hysterically and pulled out a knife from her bag. “Emily Carter! Go to hell!”

Everything happened too fast-Ryan threw himself in front of me, and the blade plunged into his

chest with a sickening sound.

Blood poured through his fingers, but he collapsed to his knees and still looked at me.

As the ambulance sirens wailed and he was carried away, his pale lips trembled slightly, as if trying

to say something.

I turned my face away and gripped David’s sleeve tightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” His warm hand covered mine. “I’m here.”

Three weeks later, the hospital called.

Ryan had contracted pneumonia six months ago when he jumped into the river to retrieve the ring, and this time the post-surgical complications were severe-beyond saving.

Before he died, he wanted to see me one last time.

“That won’t be necessary,” I said calmly.

After a moment of silence on the other end, Margaret’s voice came on. “Emily, dear, I know Ryan was a bastard. He wronged you, and I don’t expect you to forgive him. I just want you to know that I’m getting old too, and with my son gone first, I’ve left you a sum of money…”

I replied, “Mrs. Mitchell, please donate it.”

After hanging up, I turned and hugged David, who was making coffee, finding comfort in the faint

bitter aroma.

The news reported that Jessica had been sentenced to twelve years for attempted murder.

In prison, she miscarried-no one knew which of her attackers had been the father.

And all the humiliation that had once been inflicted on me was now being repaid to her tenfold.

The sky was crystal blue, and the past had dissipated like smoke.