Liam Hayes, who had Rh-null blood, suffered from end-stage renal disease. The day he was kicked out of the Hayes family, everyone thought I would break off the engagement with him.

But I resolutely got married to him, and then staked my entire fortune on him, and made a bold statement on the street:

"I'm willing to pay $50 million for a matching kidney!"

Five years later, Liam recovered from his illness and returned to the business world with three listed companies.

I thought that from now on, I would only be with him day and night, so I happily planned the belated wedding.

But on the wedding day, I dressed up for the wedding, but all I got was a divorce agreement.

"The little girl has been with me for five years and has never asked for anything."

"It's me. I want to give her a name."

"$50 million, or my company? I can give you anything, as long as you let me go."

His tone was flat, as if he was discussing a business transaction.

Then what are the ten years of my youth that I spent with him, and the desperate gamble I made for him, all of which count for nothing?

I was like a hysterical madman. I crushed the ring, cut up the wedding dress, and went all the way to his company.

Liam watched coldly the whole time.

It was not until I collapsed on the ground from exhaustion that he slowly spoke:

"How long do you want to make trouble? Is five days and five nights enough?"

Seeing that I didn't say anything, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a deep voice with tenderness:

"Just sign it when you've had enough of the fuss. Summer is still waiting for me."

The moment Summer Lin's name was read out, Liam smiled faintly.

I'm heart-wrenching agony.

Six hours ago, at the wedding I had been dreaming of for five years.

My groom told me mercilessly that he had changed his mind a long time ago.

I don't believe it from the bottom of my heart.

Because this was the ninety-ninth time he had broken up with me since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

The ending of the previous ninety-eight times.

It's not that I'm persistent, it's that he's indulgent and compromising.

He regretted asking for peace, and I agreed out of pity.

But now, he has recovered from his serious illness and made a comeback, returning to the business world with three listed companies.

us.

We are in love with each other.

A perfect match.

What reason is there to break up?

Even if he said that he had already abandoned me and fell in love with someone else.

He was willing to give up his business empire in exchange for a chance to pursue true love.

I still have hope.

So I stomped on the wedding ring and secretly glanced at Liam's expression.

He folded his arms.

Silence, alienation.

But this is the engagement ring that he polished with his own hands!

I made up my mind.

Pick up the scissors and cut the wedding dress into rags.

After all, this was the wedding dress he designed while lying on a hospital bed, dragging a dialysis needle.

But he remained calm and ordered the guests to disperse, as if mocking my arrogance.

I completely broke down, like a hysterical madman.

First she smashed up the wedding scene, then turned their love nest into ruins, and then she went all the way to his company.

I have only one thought:

If he doesn't show me he cares a little bit, I'll destroy everything for him!

Finally, I rolled down the stairs.

Covering the back of her head where blood was gushing out, she collapsed to the ground and looked up into his indifferent eyes.

Haven't had enough of the trouble.

Just, hopeless.

Until just now, when Liam said Summer's name.

There was a smile on her lips and her voice was tender.

Even the sharp contours of the eyebrows and eyes became softened.

I propped myself up and leaned exhaustedly on the sofa.

"Liam, I'm going to stop making a fuss and let's talk, okay?"

He sat opposite me, spread out several documents on the table, and handled his business in a businesslike manner.

"A price, name a number."

Glancing over them, he saw the RV donation certificate, the equity transfer certificate, and the large check.

The divorce agreement is at the bottom.

In order to get a divorce as soon as possible, he was willing to give anything.

"I, I don't want money, I don't need these!"

I shook my head vigorously.

Tears flowed down her cheeks to her chin, and then flowed down her neck into her collar.

"I don't want a divorce either, I just want you..."

"I'm going to pay you back double the 300 million dollars you spent on me. Isn't that enough?"

I looked up suddenly in surprise.

Liam thought I agreed.

He sneered and tapped the table with his five fingers confidently.

"Evelyn Reed, I've seen through your true colors! You're selfish, you don't have any sympathy, and you naively think that money can buy everything! Forcing me to get married with you is just to satisfy your own pathetic desire for control!"

My eyes were filled with disbelief.

In his eyes, I am so unbearable!

Clutching the front of her clothes that were wet with tears.

Even my heart felt cold.

Grievance, resentment, and hatred.

All kinds of emotions washed over me again.

"Yes, not enough!"

I clenched my back teeth, and a strong smell of blood rose from my throat.

"I gave you your life! Why should you just abandon me when you say you don't want it?"

Liam's face finally darkened and he slammed the table.

The dull sound was like a sharp knife piercing my chest.

His voice was deafening, and his voice was hoarse with sobs:

"Evelyn, if Summer's kidney wasn't in my body, I would have given you my life as compensation! No, that's not right. If I had known that Summer would be in so much pain, I would have preferred to just wait for death!"

Liam slammed the door and walked out.

I covered my face and cried silently.

We are clearly a rare pair of true lovers in a business marriage, so how did it come to this?

Back then, Liam, who had Rh-null blood, suffered from end-stage renal disease and was kicked out of the Hayes family, leaving him to die on the streets.

Everyone thought I would break up with him.

However, I ignored my family's opposition and decisively got the marriage certificate with him.

It was because I had a depression attack and was planning to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

He rushed up to me, hugged me, and fell with me from the eighteenth-floor rooftop.

"Evelyn, even my life belongs to you. If you want to leave, take me with you!"

The whispers in my ears helped me get through countless dark nights.

I grew up amid endless ridicule and harsh suppression.

In my parents' eyes, I am a neurotic loser.

It’s okay that I don’t have the super high IQ of my cousins.

Stupid, slow, sensitive and fragile.

It's Liam.

Water me with love.

Let my broken heart grow flesh and blood.

That time on the rooftop, I was unharmed.

Liam had one arm around me and the other hand hanging on the railing.

But both shoulders were dislocated and the bones in his arms were torn, and he suffered cramps in pain every time it rained.

Later, he became seriously ill and insisted on breaking up.

I want it for him too.

Another chance to survive.

I bet 300 million of my fortune to find a matching kidney.

For a while, the whole city was in an uproar, with tens of thousands of people queuing up for matching.

There is always a way out.

The matching was really successful!

That girl's name is Summer.

When we first met, she was wearing a patched white dress, cheap sandals that rubbed her feet, and her posture was timid and reserved.

But when I met her pure eyes, I saw a white lotus blooming in the mud.

She's not like me.

Born into a wealthy family full of intrigue and being caught up in a whirlpool of greed and desire, his pure white background has long been stained.

I admit that I lost to her.

But I won’t give up just like that!

I searched all the properties owned by Liam but found nothing.

A flash of inspiration.

I stepped on the accelerator and turned around to the small villa on the cliff that he bought in my name a few years ago.

I rang the doorbell nervously and waited for five minutes.

Liam, sleepy-eyed, came to open the door with a frown on his face.

"Evelyn, you're following me!?"

I took a deep breath and imitated him.

Be calm and restrained, as if you are negotiating a deal.

"Liam, we are in a business marriage, isn't it just keeping a few lovers? It's normal! As long as you and I are on the same marriage certificate, you can do whatever you want outside."

The surprise on his face was covered by anger.

"Why are you pretending to be a nagging woman? Do you think I will believe you? Evelyn, I have done everything I can for you! If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for killing you!"

My eyes quickly turned red.

I want to cry and make a fuss.

I wanted to shake his shoulders desperately.

I wanted to question him at the top of my voice, it was clearly him who changed his mind, so why could he accuse me so confidently.

But I held back.

I don't want him to hate me.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say! Sharing a husband? Sexless marriage? Even if she wants to bully me, I don't mind."

I pretended to be indifferent, but in fact I was a mean person to the core.

My love for him has already grown into my flesh and melted into my blood.

The pain of separation is no less than excruciating as flaying alive, draining the marrow from the bones.

Liam froze, turned around quickly, and closed the half-open door of the bedroom.

I didn't care and chased after him.

"Let me tell you this, Liam. If you have any other requests, just ask!"

He pushed me to the ground, his cold fingers gripped my neck, and his deep voice sounded like a ghost:

"You'll do anything to achieve your goal! And then what? You'll use other methods to control me! You'll hire a killer to kill Summer! Is that right?"

He took off the mask of coldness and alienation.

There was a terrifying murderous intent in those narrow eyes.

What the hell is he talking about!?

Falling into a suffocating feeling of near death.

I waved my arms and legs feebly.

The only consciousness left was confusion.

"Sister Evelyn, is that you?"

Suddenly, the bedroom door was opened.

Summer stood barefoot on the ground, her pale skin making her eyes look even more red and swollen.

"Mr. Hayes, please, don't do anything to Sister Evelyn, you, please let go of your hand first..."

With the sound of chains clanging, she staggered towards us.

Next second.

The shrill alarm rang throughout the house.

I was stunned by the scene before me.

Summer had a GPS alarm on her wrist and heavy shackles on her feet.

Liam carried her to the bed and carefully applied medicine and bandaged her bruised ankle.

"Summer, how many times has your brother told you that if you don't obey you will get hurt? Why don't you believe it?"

Summer tugged at Liam's sleeve, begging carefully and tearfully:

"I don't want to be a third party. Let's just forget about our relationship, okay?"

"It's just a marriage certificate, it's meaningless! My bride can only be you!"

Liam wrapped her in the quilt, not allowing her to show any skin.

The overbearing words revealed a morbid love.

I've never seen him look like that.

Even when we were in love, there was no such thing.

My stomach was churning with nausea.

Perhaps, this is what his true love looks like.

Or maybe, only in front of Summer would he be so emotional, even crazy.

Feeling my surprised gaze.

Liam turned his head, his eyes like sharp swords.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"Evelyn, five years ago, the Reed family was standing behind you. I was a powerless useless person, and I could only be manipulated by you! I kept a low profile and pursued fame and fortune just to get rid of your control and walk in the sunshine with Summer!"