My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project. However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth. She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared. Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side. “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.” But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.