My husband stole the drug I had spent three years developing and sold it ahead of schedule to build the intern’s reputation. I went to confront him, only to discover that he and the intern had been carrying on behind my back. With no time to think, I forced my way in and warned him that the drug was unfinished. Patients couldn’t take it; it would kill them. The intern nestled in my husband’s arms, sneering at me. My husband immediately turned on me and told me to get out of the company. Sure enough, at the press conference, six patients died on the spot. My husband and the intern panicked and immediately pointed the finger at me, calling me the killer. The furious families beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I’d gone to confront my husband. This time, I filed for divorce without hesitation. I handed the drug over to the intern and walked away from the whole mess. If you like taking what isn’t yours, then you can have it all.
