Cruel Captive Experiment on My Anniversary Chapter 05

Cruel Captive Experiment on My Anniversary Chapter 05 The Unraveling
Without warning, she ripped my nightgown open, pressing a sharp nail into the sunken flesh of my chest. “Look at you, Serena. Two big holes here. All those years pretending to be perfect—what’s left?” I bit back a cry. Her finger traced the wound’s edge. “How did it feel in that cage? You always thought you were above me. Well, your husband feels sorry for me, and made sure the parameters of your experiment were… as cruel as possible.” Her words confirmed my deepest fears. She leaned in, pressing harder on my wound. “And your rotting organs? That was my special request to the kennel handlers. I wanted you thoroughly ruined. Look at you, old and washed up. What do you have to compete with me?” She laughed like a maniac, but all I felt was a knife twisting in my chest. Was this the girl I’d loved for a lifetime? “Why? I loved you… Why did you do this to me?” I gasped. And deep in my pocket, the recorder’s red light glowed, capturing every word. Lydia’s hand cracked across my face, the sting sharp and sudden. Her eyes were wild, bloodshot. “Why? How dare you ask! Why did you get a man like Adrian? You sat at home in comfort while he gave you everything! You even had a devoted son! And me? I’ve had to fight for every scrap, only to be disappointed again and again!” Then her hand drifted to her belly, a triumphant smile spreading. “But not anymore. Adrian loves me. I’m carrying his child. As for your useless son? Once my baby comes, I’m throwing him away.” Her lips brushed my ear. “That ‘special remedy’ your son gave you? It was water mixed with your mother’s ashes. And the burnt parchment? It was made from your daughter’s hand skin.” My blood froze. The memory of that mark flashed before me. “My daughter? What have you done to her?!” Lydia’s smile was radiant and monstrous. “You think she’s abroad? I was running another experiment—a maternal-psychic link. Everything that happened to you, happened to her. She’s right next door. It was your son’s idea—his gift for me to be his mother.” White-hot rage consumed me. I lunged, my teeth sinking into her throat. The metallic tang of blood filled the air. “She’s crazy! Help!” Lydia screamed. Adrian and Ethan rushed in, tearing me away and shoving me back with brutal force. “Have you lost your mind? Damn!” Without a single glance, they gathered Lydia and fled for the hospital. I fought the restraints, the ropes slicing into my wrists. Blood made the fibers slick, but I pulled, twisted—until they snapped. I stumbled out and kicked open the adjacent door. The stench of feces hit me. There, huddled in the corner, was my daughter. Moldy feed sat before her, surrounded by dogs with feral eyes. Ignoring the teeth tearing at me, I charged through and gathered her emaciated body. Her body was a canvas of bruises, the skin of her right hand stripped away. Tears fell freely. “Mom,” she sobbed, “why did Dad and Ethan do this?” “Don’t be scared, my love. I’m taking you away.” Once I had her safe, I saw the headline blazing across a screen— 100 Million for Love: Star Researcher Adrian Criss Funds His Lydia Vale’s Recovery I stared at his anxious face in the video. With cold resolve, I dialed the secret department. “Terminate Adrian’s clearance. He doesn’t deserve it!” I placed the voice recorder and Lydia’s adoption documents on the desk. At that same moment, in a private hospital suite, Adrian was raging. “She’s bitten. If her wound shows any infection, I’ll ruin this hospital! I don’t care what it costs — just fix her!” Then his assistant called in a panic. “Sir, your wife and daughter are gone. And our sponsor… just pulled all funding and access!”