My Husband Asked Me to Donate a Kidney to His Childhood Sweetheart

When Chloe pushed me off the villa's balcony, my husband was on the other end of the phone, sweetly calling her "baby."

I thought I would die, but I ended up just half-paralyzed.

Still not satisfied, Chloe hired someone to assault me, leaving me covered in wounds before burying me alive in the backyard of the estate.

Three years after my death, Chloe got uremia, and my husband finally remembered me.

He brought a group of bodyguards to the private estate, trying to catch me, looking everywhere but unable to find me. He thought I was hiding.

"If you agree to donate a kidney to Chloe, I'll let you come back home."

In the end, he dug three feet into the ground, only to uncover my bones.

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Grayson stormed into the villa on the private estate, his brows furrowed tightly.

The private estate was managed by Grayson's informants, but no one was allowed into the villa.

It was only used to imprison me, the "wrongdoer" wife.

But I had been dead for three years.

No one had lived here for three years either.

Looking around, weeds had grown all over outside the villa door.

Grayson frowned coldly. "Mila is lazy. These weeds have grown so tall, and she hasn't bothered to clean them up.

"Compared to Chloe, she's really like night and day!"

Grayson snorted in disgust and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose and mouth.

Who knows what smell bothered him.

"Mila, are you addicted to living alone? Get out here already!"

He looked superior, his gaze full of disgust.

It was as if lowering himself to come here was a rare favor.

But no matter how many times he called, there was no response inside.

Grayson was getting impatient.

He indifferently instructed the bodyguards behind him, "Go over there and break down the door!"

With a loud crash, the bodyguards broke down the door and rushed in to grab someone.

But within five minutes, they ran out looking confused.

"Mr. Allen, Mrs. Allen is not inside."

Grayson's brows furrowed, his expression heavy.

Refusing to believe it, he searched inside and found no trace of anyone, so he pulled out his phone to call me.

We hadn't spoken in three years, and he frowned. Thinking for a long time, he was unable to remember my phone number.

Finally, he opened the contact labeled "Bitch" and dialed the number.

Floating beside him, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Grayson hated me to the core.

Three years ago, his precious Chloe had a miscarriage, and she pinned the blame on me.

Grayson saw me as a heartless, evil woman and imprisoned me in this deserted private estate.

He made me reflect on my "sins."

I was locked up for three years, and during that time, he never thought of me.

Now, making this call felt awkward to him.

But the phone didn't even ring once; it just went straight to voicemail, saying the number was disconnected.

Grayson cursed angrily, "Good one, Mila. Are you hiding on purpose, huh? Do you think I can't find you?

"Go ahead, keep hiding. Let's see how long you can keep it up!"

Suddenly, exaggerated laughter came from a corner behind him.

Grayson angrily turned around and saw a drunken bum sitting by the wall in the weeds.

The man's clothes were ragged and torn, and he held a broken bottle, looking drunkenly at Grayson.

"Stop shouting. The person inside has been dead for a long time."

The drunk laughed again, a sad laugh, so pitiful it was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying.

"Where did this deadbeat come from?"

One of the sharp-eyed bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the drunk over.

"Daring to get drunk in front of Mr. Allen? Do you even know that this whole estate belongs to the Allens? Better get lost before Mr. Allen loses his temper!"

But after being kicked, the drunk didn't seem to feel any pain. He lay on the ground, still laughing hysterically.

"She's dead. Died a horrible death.

"She was pushed off the building, crippled from the fall, blood everywhere.

"And... she was so beautiful, but those animals ruined her and then buried her alive."