Blurb：
Born without the ability to feel pain, Emma Wilson trusted her husband, Dr. Adrian Miller—a respected professor of medicine. But when he drugged her and forced her to become a live subject for his student Chloe Richards, everything changed. Left bleeding and abandoned, Emma barely survived thanks to a Good Samaritan. Returning home weak and disillusioned, she finds Chloe Richards in a mini dress and Adrian shirtless, both mocking her. Discover a story of betrayal, strength, and revenge as Emma Wilson confronts Dr. Adrian Miller’s cruelty and Chloe Richards’ taunts. Will she reclaim her life after nearly dying for a medical experiment? Dive into this emotional thriller about marriage, pain, and survival.
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I was born with no sense of pain.
My husband, Dr. Adrian Miller, a professor of medicine, forced me to be a live subject for one of his female student to practice on.
He did it just to give her experience.
Oh God, Professor, I’m so scared… I can’t handle blood, she whimpered.
Adrian comforted her softly, quickly guiding her out with his arm around her shoulders.
Before walking away, he tossed over his shoulder, “Chloe gets lightheaded at the sight of blood. Handle the rest yourself.”
I struggled to crawl out and call for help.
Eventually, a Good Samaritan brought me to the hospital.
My life was saved.
Feeling completely disillusioned, I decided to divorce him.
I dragged my weak body home late that night.
My keys were missing somewhere.
With my arm in a sling, I knocked heavily on the door with effort.
There was no response for a long time.
Just when I thought no one was home, the door suddenly opened.
Chloe Richards stood there, makeup perfectly done.
“Who is it?” she asked in a sickly sweet voice.
I froze.
She looked me up and down and burst out laughing, “Oh! It’s the professor’s wife! What a frumpy outfit!”
She was wearing a spaghetti-strap mini dress, her legs pale and slender.
My baggy, bloodstained clothes stood in stark contrast.
My gaze moved past her to Adrian Miller, shirtless behind her.
Before I could speak, his voice dripped with contempt, “Couldn’t you clean up before coming back? Nobody wants to see you like that.”
He used to say he felt insecure whenever I wore short dresses or dressed too nicely.
Now he said this.
“The professor’s wife is just being practical,” Chloe giggled, her eyes taunting me.
In the past, I would have caused a scene.
Now, maybe I was too weak, I felt absolutely nothing.
The master bedroom was a mess.
A lacy black bra hung blatantly off the edge of the bed.
I paused, a wave of nausea hitting me.
Adrian followed me inside.
Seeing the bra, his face stiffened slightly, “Don’t get the wrong idea. Chloe just changed clothes here. She must’ve forgotten it.”
I took a deep breath.
The air was thick with overpowering perfume, making me gag.
I didn’t say a word.
I went to the guest bedroom, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed.
My exhausted body finally found some relief.
Soon, knocking came at the door. “Emma Wilson, it’s late. Where’s dinner? So I asked a small favor, and now you’re sulking?”
Sulking?
I curled my lips into a tired smile.
I almost bled to death. And to him, that was just sulking?
Last night, he’d suggested that I—someone who can’t feel pain—let Chloe practice on me.
He said it was just a small incision to observe muscle and vascular structure.
“Since you don’t feel pain anyway, contributing to medical science is the least you can do, right? My students are future leaders in their field.”
I knew he always thought my abilities and education were beneath his.
After five years of marriage, he often said things like that.
I always gave in, feeling insecure.
This time, I suddenly didn’t want to.
When I refused, he didn’t argue.
Instead, he heated a glass of milk for me—something he rarely did.
He lectured me earnestly about the importance of live practice.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
I sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.
I woke up freezing.
My eyelids felt like lead.
I heard Chloe’s tearful voice. “There’s so much blood… I’m scared.”
“Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”
I felt warm liquid trickling down my arm.
I forced my eyes open.
A large pool of blood stained the floor.
Adrian looked panicked.
He scooped Chloe into his arms and rushed towards the door.
I managed a whisper, “Don’t go… call an ambulance…”
“It’s just a scratch. Why call an ambulance?” He didn’t look back. “Chloe fainted. Handle it yourself.”
I crawled—literally crawled—towards the door.
I was fading fast.
Someone found me and got me to the hospital.
That saved my life.
He ignored my pleas and forced me to be a live subject.
He abandoned me when I begged for help.
And he called that sulking?
Six years of feelings vanished in that instant.
It all felt utterly meaningless.
I pushed myself up, opened the bedroom door, and said with chilling calm, “I want a divorce.”
The large living room fell completely silent.
Adrian sounded stunned, “You… what did you say?”
The first time he insisted I be a practice subject, I refused out of fear.
He threatened divorce with a cold face.
Back then, I cried, begged without any dignity, and trembling, climbed onto the operating table.
Ever since, whenever I showed resistance, he’d threaten me with divorce.
He probably never imagined I’d be the one to ask for it.
I gripped the doorframe to steady myself. “Isn’t this what you always wanted? I agree now.”
He stared at me, his gaze intense.
He let out a sudden, cold laugh. “Just because I had to tend to Chloe? Are you serious? She fainted. She’s my student! Use your head, Emma. I couldn’t let anything happen to her.”
His eyes dropped to my bandaged arm.
He looked impatient, “Whatever. Why explain? You wouldn’t get it. What do you want? When things settle down, I’ll take you shopping.”
A slap, then a candy.
That was his way of apologizing.
Five years of marriage.
I’d been like his dog—called when needed, dismissed when not, living without a shred of dignity.
I looked down at my pale hands and laughed.
It was pathetic.
I lifted my head and said, “The house, the car… it’s all yours. I won’t fight for any of it. Everything you ever gave me, I’m leaving behind. I’m only taking what’s mine.”
“Are you done yet?” The impatience in his eyes flared into anger.
He grabbed my arm, “I already explained! What more do you want?”
A sharp pain shot through my injured arm—probably the stitches tore.
Blood seeped through the bandage.
He jerked his hand back like he’d been burned.
Panic flickered across his face.
I didn’t engage.
I walked into the bedroom to pack my things.
The bra was gone.
The bed was neatly made.
It looked like nothing had happened.
Only the cloying perfume smell still hung in the air—it made me want to vomit.
Adrian came in with a first-aid kit.
His voice was softer now, “Stop this, Emma. Let me stop the bleeding.”
I shook off his hand, “What’s wrong? Don’t want the divorce? Or are you just attached to your free lab rat?”
His face darkened.
He flung the kit across the room. “I told you! It was for medical science! And didn’t I always make it up to you afterwards? What the hell else do you want?”
“To divorce you.”I said, my voice was flat. “To cut all ties. To never see you again in this lifetime.”
As I dragged my suitcase towards the front door, his furious voice followed me,
“Fine! Don’t you dare regret this! Let’s see how you survive without me!”
Only when I left the building complex did the perfume smell finally fade.
I took a deep breath of fresh air.
Arriving at my best friend Sophie Parker’s place.
She gasped when she saw the blood on my arm.
She rushed to get her first-aid kit.
She cursed Adrian up and down.
When I told her I wanted a divorce, she clapped her hands. “Finally! I’ve hated that guy for years! You’ve been his damn maid! Screw him! Let someone else deal with his crap! Using his own wife as a guinea pig? What a monster!”
Sophie was furious. “If he hadn’t saved you back then, I’d swear he only married you for your condition.”
Six years ago, we were hiking when I got caught in a mudslide.
Broken ribs pierced my lung.
I was unconscious, coughing up blood.
Adrian Miller saved me.
He got me to the hospital.
He stayed by my bedside day and night during my recovery.
The day I was discharged, he proposed in front of the doctors and nurses.
He said he wanted to take care of me forever.
We dated, married, and step by step… ended up here.
The joy I felt marrying him had long since eroded into disappointment.
I reached out to a lawyer.
I had the divorce papers drawn up.
I signed them myself.
I instructed the lawyer to serve Adrian.
There was no response.
My attorney called him twice.
Adrian claimed he wasn’t happy with how the assets were split. He wanted to renegotiate.
Sophie lost it. She said he was just stalling and playing games.
I couldn’t get ahold of him.
But Adrian kept showing up in Chloe Richards’ social media posts.
A wristwatch, a profile shot, the back of his head.
Even that limited-edition Burberry trench.
I’d waited in line for three hours to buy it.
Back then, he complained my taste was tacky.
Said I only cared about labels, never understood what he wanted.
Now, that same coat was draped under Chloe’s backside.
She was clinging to his arm, flashing a peace sign at the camera.
Caption, [#SoThoughtfulProfessor]
I stared at that photo of the coat for a long time.
Mostly, I regretted the money I spent.
I should have bought it for myself.
Two weeks later, I went to the hospital to get my stitches out.
The doctor commended me on being tough..
“Stitched up without anesthetic and didn’t make a sound!”
“I was born without the ability to feel pain,” I said softly. “I don’t feel it.”
His smile faded.
His eyes scanned the various scars on my arm.
He frowned. “That’s not necessarily good news. People in your condition need more frequent check-ups to avoid injuries. Serious issues can go unnoticed.”
I was stunned.
Adrian always said my condition made me the perfect live subject—saved on anesthesia.
No one had ever said anything like this to me before.
“I meant to ask you last time,” he went on, serious. “That cut… was it an accident? It was too precise. Almost surgical. I nearly called the police.”
His expression was grave. “There are unethical people out there, Emma. They seek out people like you for… experiments. You have to protect yourself. Don’t let anyone take advantage of you.”
Here was a stranger—a doctor like Adrian—warning me about the risks.
My own husband had pushed me onto his operating table over and over.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
A wave of bitter self-blame washed over me. How could I have been so blind?
Leaving the office, I remembered a friend worked in Obstetrics.
I thought I’d stop by and say hello.
But outside the clinic door, I saw Chloe and Adrian.
She was gazing up at him all lovesick, practically hanging off him.
Their hands were locked together.
They looked like a happy newlywed couple.
I slowed my steps.
I turned to leave, not wanting to see it.
Too late.
Adrian spotted me.
He jerked his hand out of Chloe’s and rushed over.
Panic was all over his face. “Emma, don’t get the wrong idea! Chloe wasn’t feeling well. I just brought her in. She got scared, so I—”
Any desire to see my friend vanished.
I walked straight toward the elevators, cutting him off, “The lawyer says you’re refusing to sign. What’s the problem?”
“Emma Wilson!” He grabbed my arm, furious. “It’s been weeks! I’ve apologized! How long are you going to drag this out?”
“Let go!” I said, icy. “Your student is waiting. Go take care of her.”
He froze.
I pulled my arm back and kept walking.
Distracted, I almost ran right into someone.
Strong hands steadied me. “You alright?”
I recognized the voice.
Dr. Benjamin Cole—the doctor who’d just removed my stitches.
Adrian sounded shocked behind me. “Benjamin Cole? What are you doing here?”
“Transferred here last month,” Benjamin replied evenly. He nodded. “Long time no see.”
Adrian’s expression turned weird.
No happiness seeing an old classmate.
He mumbled something back, then his eyes shot back to me.
His tone became almost pleading. “Emma, please. Whatever this is, let’s talk at home, okay?”
I was momentarily surprised by the sudden shift.
Then it hit me. Benjamin was a doctor too.
Adrian’s scared his live experiments might get exposed.
So hypocritical.
I ignored him.
I looked at Benjamin. “Dr. Cole, actually, I had some follow-up questions. Do you have time?”
Benjamin Cole’s gaze swept over Adrian and Chloe behind him.
He nodded. “Of course.”
I felt a rush of relief.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adrian try to follow, but Chloe held him back.
“Adrian and I went to med school together,” Benjamin remarked casually as the elevator descended.
“Med school. Haven’t really kept in touch since graduation.” He paused briefly. “Didn’t expect to run into him here today.”
“Sorry you had to see all that,” I said, feeling awkward.
“As you probably noticed, he’s involved with someone else. We’re… working through a divorce.”
His eyes drifted toward my bandaged arm.
He hesitated before speaking.
“Your condition… it’s rare. I’ve only seen a handful of cases.”
He looked thoughtful, almost distant.
“The year we graduated, my family went hiking upin the Rockies. We got caught in a mudslide.”
My breath caught.
“There was a girl… unconscious, no pain sensation. In bad shape. Coughing up blood.” His voice was low, deliberate.
“I suspected pneumothorax—collapsed lung. Didn’t dare move her. Just stabilized her as best I could.”
He met my eyes.
“We got her to the hospital. Your husband… Adrian… was there. He recognized her as a local. Said he’d stay, make sure she was taken care of until her family arrived. I… agreed.”
His expression was complicated.
“Back in med school… Adrian had this… idea. Pushing to use insensate patients in live trials. Our advisor shut it down hard. I thought he’d dropped it..”
He glanced meaningfully at my bandaged arm.
“Looks like I was wrong.”
I stood frozen, my whole body trembling.
He married me to conduct his experiments.
Find a wife who doesn’t feel pain sensation. Problem solved.
My whole marriage was a lie.
The elevator dinged open.
Adrian was standing there, breathing heavily.
He grabbed for my hand.
“Emma, listen! Chloe really was sick! That’s all! We haven’t crossed any lines—”
His words died as my palm cracked hard with his cheek.
Smack!
Chloe Richards screamed.
She shoved me hard.
“What the HELL! Emma Wilson! Just because you’re his wife doesn’t give you the right! You’re almost divorced! How DARE you hit him!”
After five years of playing the obedient wife, Adrian looked completely stunned.
Rage quickly took over.
“Are you out of your mind?!” he yelled.
“I apologized! What else do you want? Do you get off on making everyone miserable?!”
He still thought this was about me being jealous of Chloe.
What I used to think was confidence now just looked like arrogance.
“I have one question.” My voice trembled, barely a whisper.
“Why did you marry me? Because I couldn’t feel pain? To be your personal lab rat?”
His anger vanished, replaced by pure shock.
He stammered, “N-No! Emma, listen—at first…yeah, maybe the idea crossed my mind… but then I genuinely fell in love with you! You have to believe me!”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
I couldn’t take any more.
I turned to leave.
“Emma! Wait!” He tried to grab me again.
His hand never reached me.
Benjamin Cole stepped between us.
“Adrian. Given your current… situation… making a scene isn’t helping anyone.”
“This is between my wife and me—none of your damn business!” Adrian snarled, almost spitting the words.
“Benjamin Cole! We were classmates! Is this how you pay me back? By poisoning my marriage?”
“Our advisor rejected your proposal because patients who can’t feel pain can’t give feedback. Injuries go unnoticed. It’s unethical. Dangerous.” Benjamin’s tone was ice cold.
“You know nothing!” Adrian exploded. “She’s my wife! I know what I’m doing! I would never hurt her!”
“Then did you know,” Benjamin shot back, his gaze sharp, “that when your wife was rushed in here bleeding out, that cut was millimeters from her brachial artery? Two more minutes, Adrian. Two minutes, and she wouldn’t be standing here.”
The rest faded as I walked away.
Later that day, Adrian blew up my phone.
Long texts.
Paragraphs.
Basically, yes, he’d initially interested because of my condition, but he truly loved me now.
He promised to cut things off with Chloe.
Swore he’d never let me get hurt again.
Begged for another chance.
I didn’t reply.
He started sending gifts to my office.
Sometimes roses.
Other things he’d once promised but never delivered.
In the past, any little gift would have had me posting thankful messages online.
He never acknowledged them.
He’d come home and call me pathetic—embarrassing him in front of his students.
Every time I posted a gift, Chloe would immediately post something similar or better.
Hinting that mine were leftovers.
This time was no different.
But I didn’t get angry.
I just deleted her contact.
Within minutes, a text came from an unknown number.
[Emma Wilson, why did you block me? Who do you think you are? You’re nothing compared to me! You think you can compete for Adrian?]
She didn’t even call him ‘Professor’ anymore.
I replied coldly, [Then tell your ‘Adrian’ to sign the damn divorce papers.]
I blocked the number.
Adrian called immediately, “Emma, ignore Chloe! Those gifts? I picked every single one myself! They’re unique! Nothing to do with her! Please don’t misunderstand!”
“I’m not misunderstanding,” I said flatly.
“I threw everything out. Stop sending things.”
Hes tumbled over his words.
“You didn’t like them? That’s okay, I can—”
“Send. Nothing.” I cut him off.
“If you really regret it, sign the divorce agreement.”
Silence hung between us.
Just as I was about to hang up, he spoke, voice thick.
“I… I don’t want a divorce.”
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