I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona, terrified at the threat, believed Terrence Sterling wouldn’t actually kill her, thinking it was just a bluff. “Mr. Sterling, I really don’t know anything,” she continued to feign ignorance.

Terrence’s response was cold and silent as the bodyguards dragged her to the rooftop edge, pushing her halfway over the balcony.

Seeing the height, Fiona realized Terrence was serious. Panicking, she clung to the guards’ clothes, pleading, “Mr. Sterling, I really don’t know…”

As they lifted her legs, dangling her in the air, Fiona screamed, then hastily recanted, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

The guards relented, setting her down as she trembled on the ground, tears streaming down her face from sheer terror.

Terrence stepped forward, towering over her, “Fiona, did you really think I wouldn’t dare kill you? If you fell, you will just be rotting away unnoticed, do you think I’d hesitate?”

Fiona, tears welling up, realized then how easy it would be for Terrence to end her life-a simple accidental fall, and who would care about her, an orphan?

Fearing for her life, she asked, “Did Meredith really miscarry?”

She needed to know; her actions were driven by the desire to see Meredith suffer, and it couldn’t all be for nothing.

Terrence’s voice was icy, “You will be disappointed.”

“How could that be? She took the formula; she had to…” Fiona realized she had slipped up, a wave of despair washing over her.

With nothing left to hide, Fiona stood, shaking, and faced Terrence, “It was all because of you, Terrence Sterling. You chose me first, so why then turn to Meredith? You treated her so well, buying her everything, marrying her within a month, even having a child, while I got nothing.”

She vented all her grievances, blaming Terrence for her plight.

Hearing her tirade, Terrence felt nothing but disgust, “You stole Meredith’s place, Fiona. I gave you one chance back then. Now, you’ve squandered it. You dared to harm the child in Meredith’s womb; you should be ready to face the consequences.”

“I’m not wrong; it’s you all,” Fiona’s emotions surged, “You lifted me high only to throw me down hard. Have you ever considered my feelings? Meredith always talks about sisterhood, sharing weal and woe, yet when it comes to helping me with a debt of over a hundred thousand, she refuses. She’s so rich.”

Fiona felt entitled to Meredith’s help, as if the world owed her.

In contrast to Fiona’s emotional outburst, Terrence’s face showed only coldness as he demanded, “How did you tamper with the formula? Where did you get the abortion drugs?”

“I bought the drugs myself.” Fiona didn’t reveal Joy Chaucer’s involvement. At this point, she confessed, “I saw Justin bringing something for Meredith, and I thought of mixing the abortion drug into it. I bought the same brand of formula, made a hole at the bottom, and poured the drugs in. I never thought Meredith would consume it so quickly.”

If Meredith hadn’t consumed it, Terrence wouldn’t have come looking.

“It was supposed to be Meredith, but my grandmother ended up consuming it; she’s still in the hospital.” Terrence’s voice was detached, almost chilling, “Fiona, what you did is considered poisoning, intentional harm. Justin knows well how such crimes are judged-how many years you should serve.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Intentional harm with serious outcomes starts with an eight-year prison sentence.

Fiona couldn’t escape her responsibility. Her actions had severe consequences, and now she faced the reality of her choices.