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The pure love of my husband and I contracted the same rare disease.
My husband, a pharmacist, used me to test drugs for the sake of his pure love.
Due to an allergic reaction to the medication, my organs failed, and I died along with our unborn child.
Holt took the improved drug and went to find his pure love without looking back,
"Vivienne, it's good we tested it on her first. The improved drug is milder now, so I can finally let you use it with peace of mind."
Vivienne, taking the miracle drug bought with my life, hid my body in an abandoned laboratory.
She falsely accused me to Holt of stealing confidential drug data and fleeing the country as a traitor.
This caused me to be viciously condemned by the industry and completely blacklisted.
Holt also obtained patents with the miracle drug bought with my life, winning award after award.
Five years later, when the abandoned laboratory was reopened, my frozen corpse saw the light of day again.
Upon learning the truth, Holt went insane.

My Pharmacist Husband Froze Me into Research Material

This once cozy home used to be filled with traces of me, but now there's no place for me to belong.


Vivienne threw herself into Holt's arms dependently. Holt instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, gently inhaling the scent of her hair.


I smirked coldly. What a picture-perfect scene.


"Is the scar removal surgery scheduled yet?"


Vivienne smiled, "It's all set. The surgery is tomorrow morning at nine."


A flash of concern crossed Holt's eyes as he took her pristine arm, marred by an ugly, mottled scar:


"Five years ago, that traitor Jade slashed your arm as she escaped, leaving this scar. Now you have to suffer again to get rid of it."


"Vivienne, I hate that woman so much it drives me crazy."


No, she's lying! That scar wasn't caused by me at all!


Why, Holt? Why do you believe everything she says without question?


Holt gazed at the table full of his favorite dishes, his eyes growing increasingly tender. "Did you make all this?"


"If Vivienne didn't make it, who else could have?"


Mother-in-law smiled as she brought out dishes from the kitchen, hinting suggestively, "If you ask me, it's better to get pregnant with a grandchild soon than to be good at cooking."


Vivienne laughed shyly, covering her stomach with a gentle smile. "Mom, Holt, I was just about to tell you."


Hearing this, I felt a chill run through my entire body.


At that moment, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, burning with pain.


Holt was overjoyed. "Vivienne, are you serious?"


Vivienne lowered her head bashfully, saying nothing yet saying everything.


I could clearly see that Holt was ecstatic, hugging Vivienne as if he wanted to crush her in his arms.


But my heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a large hand, then violently torn apart.


Holt, once upon a time, you were also just one step away from our surprise.


Mother-in-law was beside herself with joy, thoughtfully helping Vivienne to her seat.


The entire meal was filled with happiness and excitement.


Before bed that night, as Holt was organizing things, he accidentally came across our wedding photo, caught off guard for a moment.


Vivienne pushed open the door and came in. Holt quickly covered my photo with some clutter.


But Vivienne still caught a glimpse of it.


"Holt, are you still thinking about her?"


Vivienne's eyes welled up with tears as she hugged him from behind, revealing the glaring scar on her pale, slender arm. "Have you forgotten what she did to us?"


Holt hurriedly embraced her, comforting her gently: "Silly girl, how could I possibly think about a shameless spy?"


"Just looking at it, I can barely imagine how heartless Jade was then, how determined she was to kill you. Even more so, I can't fathom how terrified and in pain you must have been. Vivienne, I'll never forget this debt until the day I die."


Watching Vivienne nestling adoringly in his arms,


I was consumed with hatred, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.


Chapter 3