Being scolded by Edna left Marina feeling even more aggrieved.
The last time Edna had pulled her aside for a serious talk, she’d brought up the idea of drugging Jonathan.
Marina had refused.
Part of her still had faith in herself—she believed Jonathan would eventually give in to her. Back in high school, when they’d dated, Jonathan had never touched her. He’d said they were still just students and that he wanted to cherish her properly.
Now, years later, nothing had changed.
She’d tried everything—subtle hints, not-so-subtle invitations, even moving into Jonathan’s house. Yet Jonathan still wouldn’t share a bed with her. She couldn’t just crawl into his bed and throw herself at him; that would make her seem desperate and cheap.
The result was that she and Jonathan had never so much as shared a single intimate moment.
Marina was desperate.
But she didn’t dare use drugs.
She knew Jonathan too well. He was sharp—if she tried something like that, he’d figure it out in an instant. Even if they did end up sleeping together, he wouldn’t marry her. He’d cut her off, because Jonathan would never tolerate being manipulated.
“Marina, take this.”
Edna pressed a small bottle of pills into her palm.
“I had a pharmacist I trust make this especially for you. Just one is enough, and it works gradually.”
Marina gripped the bottle so hard her knuckles turned white.
“I just don’t get what you’re so afraid of,” Edna chided her. “Even if Jonathan finds out, so what? He loves you! If you two end up together, isn’t that exactly what you want?”
Marina fell silent, listening to Edna’s blithe words.
She’d never told anyone—not even Edna—the truth.
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