Touch Me Beyond a Hundred lifetimes

My husband, Ben, a tech genius, poured his entire fortune into building a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to save me from an aggressive brain tumor. Everyone called him a savior.

But the day they announced the first human trial, his eyes, shining with feverish light, were not solely on me. Instead, they fixed on a perfect subject, a young woman whose tumor was a near-identical match to mine. And with her came the faint, sweet scent of a cheap perfume.

That night, my world shattered. A video flashed on my phone: his new research assistant, Chloe, in his lab coat, unbuttoned, in his office. He was already setting fire to our world, the man who swore he'd burn the world down for me.