It was Reyhan.

"Reyhan, you—" I said weakly, trying to greet him.

But he immediately cut me off, his tone high and angry.

"So you're lying here comfortably! I looked everywhere for you! You have to take responsibility for what you did to Livia!"

I stared at him in disbelief. "Livia? Why am I—"

"What else do you want to say? Trying to deny it?! Do you think I'm stupid, huh?! I saw it with my own eyes! You were the one who stabbed Livia with that broken glass!"

I shook my head weakly, tears beginning to flow. "That's not true, Reyhan! It wasn't me! She did it herself—"

"Shut up!" he snapped. "Do you think I'll believe your lies?! Is this how you solve problems?! You're such a backward, poor, uneducated woman! No wonder you act like a criminal!"

"Reyhan…" I tried to get up from the bed, though my body was still weak. "I'm your wife. Why can't you trust me? Livia… she's an outsider who came into our family and destroyed it! Don't you realize that?!"

"Destroying our family?" Reyhan laughed sarcastically. "You're the one who destroyed it! Livia was here before you came into my life! The one who ruined this relationship is you, Arlena! Not her!"

I fell silent. My breath caught in my throat. His words cut like knives.

“So… Livia…’ I couldn't finish my sentence. My heart shattered once more.

Livia was Reyhan's old love. The woman who had rejected him, claiming she wanted to continue her studies abroad. And now, she's back—at a time when he has successfully built his company.

Everything is clear now.

"So… I'm the third person in my marriage?" I murmured.

Reyhan nodded slowly but sharply. "Exactly. You should be aware of that. So if you want to leave, go ahead. But don't think you can just run away like that!"

"What do you mean…" I wiped away my tears. "If you want me out of your life, I'll do it. Alright, we'll get a divorce as soon as possible."

"Divorce?" He laughed mockingly. "Yes, we'll get a divorce. But before that, you must take responsibility for what you've done to Livia."

Suddenly, Reyhan stepped forward and grabbed my hand. Roughly, he pulled me off the bed.

"Reyhan! This hurts! Where are you taking me?!"

He didn't answer.

The IV in my arm was forcefully pulled out. Blood flowed. My weak body staggered, but he kept dragging me out.

"Reyhan, please! Don't do this!"

"REYHAN!"

I pushed his hand away with all my strength. His grip loosened. Reyhan stared at me with anger.

Smack!

His slap hit my cheek hard. I staggered and fell to the floor. The corner of my lip stung, fresh blood flowing slowly.

Everyone in the hallway just stared at me. No one moved to help.

"Reyhan…" I tried to stand up, holding onto the wall to keep from falling again. "What do you want from me? I didn't do it! I didn't hurt Livia! She hurt herself!"

Reyhan approached me. His hands gripped my jaw tightly, causing pain. I tried to break free, but his grip grew tighter.

"Do you think I'll believe you?!" His voice was cold and venomous. "Stop pretending! Stop acting like a child! I can sue you! Send you to prison for attempted murder!"

I was speechless. "Murderer?! Reyhan… I didn't do anything!"

"Didn't do anything? You liar! You criminal, Arneta! You have to take responsibility for your actions!" Reyhan leaned closer until I could feel his breath on my face. "Livia is in critical condition. Because of you, she has severe kidney damage. And you… have to atone for your mistake."

"What do you mean…?"

"You have to donate your kidney to her," he said coldly.

I froze. "Kidney? You want to take my kidney for her?! Reyhan, you've lost your mind!"

Reyhan didn't care. He grabbed my hand again, pulling me forcefully. "Come on! We're going to do the surgery right now!"

I struggled. "No! Reyhan! Stop! Have you lost your mind?! I already gave you one of my kidneys! And now… You want another one?! You want to kill me?! For a woman who rejected you when you were poor?! For a woman who only came back after you succeeded?! Have you lost your mind?!"

My words left him speechless. But before he could react, a nurse rushed in.

"Mr. Reyhan, Miss Livia's condition is critical. She needs a kidney donor immediately. If not, her life…"

Reyhan turned to me. His dark eyes were filled with resolve.

"I've found a donor," he said firmly. "Perform the transplant now!"

"NO! REYHAN! DON'T DO THIS!" I screamed, struggling with all my strength.

Reyhan pulled out a syringe from his pocket. Without warning, he stabbed it into my arm.

"Reyhan… what… are…"

My vision began to blur. My body felt weak.

Reyhan's voice sounded like an echo fading away.

"You've made Livia suffer. Now it's time for you to atone for your sins, Arneta…"

And then everything went dark

I don't know how long I was unconscious. My body felt weak, and my stomach ached. It hurt when I tried to move, so I touched it, feeling the bandage on my side.

"He did it," I whispered, my mind struggling to grasp what had happened.

The door opened. A man entered with calm steps.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

I recognized the voice. My tired eyes struggled to focus on the figure beside my bed.

"You… Why are you here? Did you come to seek revenge for what my husband did?"

Standing before me was Nathaniel, Reyhan's arch-rival in the business world. They had often been involved in conflicts, not hesitating to use dirty tactics. Nathaniel was known as a dangerous man, willing to hurt or even kill to get what he wanted. According to rumors, he was the one who had Reyhan attacked by an unknown assailant, targeting his kidney.

Nathaniel smirked, his eyes fixed on me. He stepped closer, bending down until he was inches away from me. His hand reached out, gently caressing my cheek, yet it felt like a threat.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "But so foolish."

I shivered. My breath caught in my throat. My heart raced, fear crawling through my veins.

Nathaniel stood up and walked toward the large window beside my bed. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the city lights shimmering below.

"You know everything," I said, my voice trembling.

"Of course," he said smoothly. "I saw how your husband treated you like garbage. Taking your kidney, even though he knew you only had one."

I fell silent, trying to process his words. My heart felt shattered, like it was being pelted with shards of glass.

Did Reyhan… take my kidney… for Livia?

Nathaniel turned to face me. His sly smile grew wider.

"They've already taken your kidney."

The world spun.

"They… took my kidney?" I touched my stomach, which felt sore.

"But… how am I still alive? If they've taken my kidney…"

Nathaniel chuckled.

"I saved you."

My eyes widened. "You… saved me?"

He walked closer, leaning against the edge of the bed.

"After they took your kidney, they dumped your body like trash. But I arrived just in time. I found you before you bled out."

Tears began to flow. My body shook violently.

"Reyhan… he really did this…"

"Reyhan didn't throw you away himself," Nathaniel said, cutting me off. "But he ordered someone else to do it."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms until they hurt. A wave of heat filled my chest, mixed with pain, anger, and hatred.

Nathaniel watched my reaction, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Control your emotions, Arneta. What I’m about to tell you might make you hate your so-called beloved husband even more."

I glared at him, hatred burning in my eyes.

"Beloved husband? Don’t joke with me. Maybe he was once. But now? Not anymore. I hate him!"

Nathaniel smiled, his gaze dark.

"Good. Because it seems like you need to know one more thing."

"What else? Just say it!"

He leaned closer, his face only inches from mine. The scent of his cologne stung my nose.

"This incident… has made you lose something you’ve been waiting for all this time, Arneta."

"What do you mean?"

Nathaniel sighed deeply.

"Besides your kidney… you've also lost your unborn child."

My breath caught in my throat again. The world felt like it was shattering into pieces. Tears fell from my eyes, unable to hold them back. I stared at Nathaniel in disbelief.

"My baby… I…"

Nathaniel nodded.

"Yes. Your baby."

I shook my head, unable to believe it.

"No… It’s impossible. I didn’t even know I was pregnant…"

"And now, you don’t need to know anymore," Nathaniel said, smirking. "Because Reyhan took it from you. Just like he took your kidney."

Choking. My chest felt like it was being crushed, and I was unable to breathe. I wanted to scream, but the sound was trapped in my throat.

I lost my baby…

I lost my kidney…

Now, I've lost everything I had.

Nathaniel stared at me without mercy.

"Now you know who that man truly is. So, what are you going to do now, Arneta?"

I remained silent. My sobs grew louder, filling the hospital room.

"This can’t go unpunished," I said, my voice trembling. "He has to be held accountable. He killed my child!"

I tried to stand up, but Nathaniel held me back.

"Do you think Reyhan cares?" he said sarcastically. "He knew you were pregnant. The doctor told him. But he didn’t care."

My blood felt like it had frozen.

"What? So he knew? And he still did it?"

Nathaniel nodded slowly, his gaze cold.

"He chose Livia over your child."

My body went limp. All the pain now turned into boiling anger in my chest.

"Reyhan…"

"Reyhan... "I whispered, my voice weak, my eyes staring blankly out the window.

" You have to get revenge. You can't let him get away with this. He destroyed your life," Nathaniel said provocatively.

I looked at him. He smiled—a sly, calculated smile.

"If you decide to do it, you can come to me. I'd be happy to help you," he continued, his eyes gleaming with manipulation.

I rubbed my face, trying to calm myself down.

"Work with you? Never."

"What? "Nathaniel's expression changed to shock.

" I don't need you. I can do it myself," I replied firmly, my gaze cold and unwavering.

Nathaniel's face darkened, disappointment flashing across his face. But I didn't care.

"You're rejecting me? Seriously? What can you do now? I'm Nathaniel Holder. I can easily help you avenge what you've gone through—as long as you're willing to work with me," he said, his voice low and threatening.

I sighed, then looked at him with unwavering determination.

"Work with you? Never. I know exactly what kind of man you are. You're just as cunning and corrupt as Reyhan. I'll never stoop so low as to work with a hypocrite like you."

Nathaniel's jaw hardened. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I saved you. I paid for your medical bills. Is this how you repay me? "he asked, his voice tense with pent-up anger.

"Thank you for helping me and paying my hospital bills. If you can give me the amount, I'll pay you back—two or three times as much, if necessary," I said flatly, emotionless.

"You..."

Nathaniel's face flushed with anger. This wasn't what he expected. He must have thought I'd be broken and begging for his help, that I'd submit to him in desperation.

But no. I wouldn't involve anyone, especially a sly man like him.

"Go. I want to be alone," I said, turning away, dismissing him as if he were nothing more than a meaningless fly.

Nathaniel didn't move. He stood there momentarily, his eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable. Finally, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, I took a deep breath, trembling. My chest felt tight, my heart racing as I tried to stay calm. I had to go home. I needed my parents. They were the only people I could trust now.

But I had nothing. Not even a phone.

I pressed the emergency button, calling a nurse to my room. Within seconds, a female nurse entered, her face soft and concerned.

"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?“ she asked kindly.

I looked at her, desperation flashing in my eyes.

”I need to call someone. Can I borrow your phone? Please.”

The nurse handed me the phone without hesitation.

“Thank you. Please give me ten minutes. Also, could you give me your bank account number? I'll reimburse you for the call,” I said, my voice tense but firm.

The nurse nodded with a faint smile as she left the room.

My hands trembled as I dialed my father's personal assistant's number.

"Uncle, I need to talk to Dad,“ I said, my voice urgent.

My father's deep, familiar voice came through the phone a few seconds later.

”Arlena? What's happening?"

I took a deep breath. Then, the words poured out. I told him everything—about my kidney, about the lost baby, about Reyhan's betrayal.

My father's voice trembled with suppressed anger.

"Arlena! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Damn him! He's gone too far! Don't worry. I'll destroy him. I'll make sure he never sees the light of day again after what he did to you!"

I took another deep breath, my jaw clenching. A burning determination inside me consumed all the fear and pain.

"No, Dad. I'll do it. I have my way. I'll make him suffer. I'll make sure he never finds peace again. Dead or alive, he'll regret ever being born," I said in a cold, unforgiving voice.

My father was silent for a moment, as if considering my words.

"You're going to do this yourself? All right. I'll support you. But for now, go home. Mom and I are waiting at home. We'll talk more when you get there."

I nodded, my eyes hardening.

"All right, Dad. I'll be home soon."

After hanging up, I remained sitting on the edge of the bed, the phone still clenched tightly in my hand. I stared blankly at the window, the city lights outside blurring into an indistinguishable sea of color.

I will make Reyhan pay for everything he took from me. Starting with my heart.

A few days later, after my condition stabilized, the doctor finally allowed me to go home. My father sent a young man to pick me up—perhaps a bodyguard or driver.

"Good morning, Miss. I'm here to take you home," the man said politely, bowing slightly.

I nodded without saying much, my steps slow and unsteady as I exited the ward. I was determined to leave this place and forget every painful memory etched into these sterile white walls.

But as I stepped into the hospital lobby, my heart shattered. Standing near the exit was the person I didn't want to see.