The Genius Pharmacist's Cold Revenge

ation ripped through

se, that her fingers went numb. The

of jagged pieces. The sound echoed loudly in the m

a step forward, but

sticking her hair to her skin. She collapsed onto the

ain wasn't just a dull ache; it felt like

her body. She was a medical researcher. This was not a

htstand, three feet away

. The jagged pieces of the broken glass bit into her knee,

ndly clawing at the nightstand

er fingers were slick with cold sweat

o

one ra

nails digging so hard into her palms th

ach second stretched out

, a

voice came thro

e background, June could hear the clinking of cha

er throat tight and dry.

high-pitched, sweet voice d

're going to be late

yc

e pain spiked, sending a w

ient growl. "If this is your pathetic attempt to stop

ed something metallic in her mout

sive cufflinks, annoyed by her existence. "You are perfectly fine. We are

e, w

ne wen

the silent room. It soun

een. Her phone slipped from her

ng warmth spread b

ol of red was soaking into the int

So much

ed her chest. She w

n her shaking fingers, she grabbe

is your e

r voice barely leaving her throat. "H

e. Her head fell bac

-screen TV was muted, playing a l

saw Cole. He looked breathtaking in

his. Alycia wore a stunning white gown, looking like a bride. Cole's e

tlight, holding another woman, while his w

sirens pierced the nig

doors banged open. Foots

e doorway. She didn't gasp in horror at June's p

muttered in disgust. "You

usekeeper. They dropped a med

a paramedic shouted, shini

peak. The room

nt sent a fresh wave of agony through her pe

ce, the fluorescen

over the siren. "Eighty over forty! Suspec

of the gurney rattled violently against the linoleum f

issors cut through her

holding a clipboard. "Where is the husba

une. "Mrs. Compton? W

ids open. She looked at th

e was a broken whis

. "We're losing her. G

g room swung shut. A mask was c

lled her lungs. Her last conscious thought

thmic beeping of a h

as dark, lit only by the streetlights of

ull, throbbing pain radiated

were no flowers. There was no husband

k her IV drip. She offere

ing the emergency contact number listed in your file

out the window. The city lights blur

gone, replaced by a freezing, s

e who loved Cole Compton had