His Tender Lies

"Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment.And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest."Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly.My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression.Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily."Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured."I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again."Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it.If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him."