His Lawyer Framed Her Insane,Now the Colonel She Married Will Burn Their Empire Down

Grandpa was beaten in a violent forced demolition. He suffered a sudden heart attack and needed emergency surgery.

But my husband, Charles, handed me a settlement agreement instead.

"Abigail, as soon as you drop the lawsuit, I'll have the doctors save your grandfather."

My fingers trembled, but I signed my name.

In the end, we still missed the critical window. Grandpa became a vegetable.

When the news came, I couldn't hold on any longer. I collapsed.

Through the haze of unconsciousness, I heard Charles talking to his secretary.

"Grandpa won't wake up. I'll arrange for someone to care for him for the rest of his life."

"But Freya can't suffer. Five years ago, when I was dying, she tested experimental drugs for me. She donated her kidney. I promised I would protect her forever."

I looked down at the scar on my abdomen. My eyes burned red.

He didn't know.

In the safe at the family home, hidden at the very bottom, there was an anonymous donation agreement.

The one who tested those drugs for him. The one who gave him a kidney.

It was always me.

I picked up the service medal Grandpa had treasured all his life.

This time, I would get him justice.

This love that had only ever hurt me.

I didn't want it anymore.

1.

"Get everyone who knows anything. As long as they agree to keep quiet, give them whatever they want. Whatever it costs."

Morgan Pierce drew a sharp breath. "Mr. Charles, Freya caused injuries during an illegal demolition. She's the one at fault. Are you really going to break the law to protect her?"

"Because of your favoritism, her grandfather is now in a vegetative state. When Mrs. Charles wakes up, she may never forgive you."

Charles's expression turned cold. His voice dropped to ice.

"Even if her grandfather never wakes up—even if he dies—I will always protect Freya."

"Acquiring that land has been her dream. How could I let something this trivial derail her career?"

"Besides, Abigail already signed. I won't let her go back on her word."

His words hit me like a gust of frozen wind, the chill sinking into my bones, dragging me into a despair I couldn't name.

Morgan hesitated, then tried again carefully. "But Mrs. Charles loves her grandfather more than anything. She won't give up easily—"

"Enough."

Charles cut him off impatiently. "I already promised Freya. No one will hurt her."

He answered his phone, lowering his voice deliberately.

"Good. Bring it in."

A knock. Footsteps approached. A doctor entered the room.

"Mr. Charles, this is the hallucinogenic drug that Ms. Freya imported from overseas."

Morgan's face twisted with reluctance. A flicker of something—pity, perhaps—crossed his eyes.

"These drugs are extremely dangerous. Don't you think this is too cruel to Mrs. Charles...?"

Charles walked to my bedside. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead—gentle, almost tender.

"Five years ago, I was dying. I cried every day. Even the doctors had given up."

"It was Freya who tested drug after drug for me. She even donated her own kidney. She pulled me back from the edge of death."

His voice wavered. He fell silent for a long moment before continuing.

"I owe her everything. I can never repay her."

"How could I possibly stand by and watch her get hurt?"

Tears spilled from my eyes before I could stop them. My heart felt crushed in an invisible fist.

The savior he couldn't stop talking about.

It was me.

In college, I fell for him at first sight. The day I finally gathered the courage to confess, he vanished.

That unspoken love story ended before it began.

When we met again, I learned he was sick.

I was the one who tested those drugs on my own body, over and over. I was the one who anonymously donated my kidney. I was the one who dragged him back from death's door.

I hinted at the truth so many times. Every time, he brushed it off with that gentle smile.

The cruel joke was—he never believed me.

His voice remained soft, but it froze me to the core.

"The priority now is making sure no evidence gets out. I'll watch every detail. I won't miss a single loose thread."

"Abigail is my wife. I'll be with her forever."

Morgan looked at me—drenched in cold sweat, face white as paper—and his brow furrowed deeply. But under Charles's authority, he could only murmur his agreement.

"Mr. Charles, with your capabilities, no one can touch Ms. Freya."

He paused. He couldn't help himself.

"But why do you have to drug your wife—"

"Enough!"