My fiancé Archer fell in love with someone else, and when he suffered from kidney failure, I selflessly donated a kidney despite my health.

Eight years later, Emily, his lost love, returned.

I then realized that the person who suffered from kidney failure wasn't Archer but Emily.

I thought Archer just didn't like me, but I didn't expect him to be so despicable.

I threw the divorce settlement to him, laughing crazily, "Archer, congratulations, you finally have what you desire."

Instead, he sent Emily to prison and hugged me tightly, "Leila, I won't divorce. I will return your kidney and you'll give back my love."

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I lay quietly on a chair, enjoying the rain. Maeve came in and whispered, "Mrs. Lopez, Mr. Lopez said he has a social event tonight and won't be back."

Watching the heavy rain outside the window and hearing Maeve's nervous report, my heart remained calm. I said, "Okay, I understand, you may leave."

Maeve heard my calm voice and asked surprised, "Mrs. Lopez, aren't you going to pick up Mr. Lopez?"

Without answering, I softly said, "Maeve, don't tell me about Archer's affairs in the future."

Hearing this, Maeve looked at me in shock. She hesitated but said nothing.

I knew my actions were unconventional.

Previously, I'd urged Archer to come home immediately after work, regardless of his whereabouts or reasons.

Archer and I were childhood sweethearts, and I adored him from a young age.

Archer was Derek's only son. He had a stubborn and rebellious personality since he was young, but only listened to my advice.

After graduating from high school, Derek arranged our marriage and Archer had no objections.

At that time, I thought Archer really liked me.

Unexpectedly, when we were in our sophomore year, Archer fell in love with a girl from the same department. He begged me to cancel our engagement, but I refused.

As graduation approached, Archer suddenly suffered from kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant.

I was so anxious that I rushed to the hospital to do the matching.

Surprisingly, I was matched.

Thus, I donated Archer a kidney.

Since then, my health, which was already poor, had deteriorated further.

After graduation, Archer was forced to marry me by Derek, threatening him with favor and his life.

At that time, he began to hate me.

In the same year, the girl that Archer liked died in a car accident.

He hated me even more.

After Derek's death, no one in this world could restrain him.

He was completely free.

Late at night, I felt unwell and went to bed early.

I sensed some movement on the mattress, it was Archer coming back.

His slightly cool hands slowly wrapped around my waist and held me tightly in his arms.

I held his hand gently, trying to avoid his approach.

Archer casually released his grip, "Why didn't you call me to go home tonight?"

I closed my eyes and said calmly, "I'm tired and don't want to call."

Archer chuckled, "Making a phone call doesn't take much effort on your part."

I whispered, "I feel unwell and have no strength."

Archer said, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Feeling uneasy, I replied calmly, "I'm fine, you needn't bother."

Archer smiled and said nothing more. His rough hands kept touching my body, creating an air of tension.

I grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice, "You smell of alcohol, step back."

Archer chuckled and let me go indifferently, "Alright, my lady."

After he left, I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.

As soon as he finished taking a shower, he couldn't wait to hold me in his arms and put his hands into my skirt.

I grabbed his hand, saying, "Archer, I told you I'm not feeling well."

Archer chuckled and wanted to continue regardless.

I slapped him and looked at him expressionlessly.

Archer looked at me, his eyes full of anger.

After a while, he angrily slammed the door and went to the guest room.

I looked at his departing back indifferently.

Early the next morning, Archer pulled me out of bed as if nothing had happened, helped me get dressed, and took me to the hospital for a physical examination.

I didn't want to go to the hospital.

But Archer insisted.

He held my hand tightly to prevent any escape attempts.

At the hospital, the doctor conducted routine examinations and advised, "Mrs. Lopez is still too weak. She should take care of herself and rest more often. She should smile more and be happy."

Archer listened very carefully and asked some precautions, portraying the caring husband's role flawlessly.

After getting the medicine, we left the hospital together.

"Emily?"

Archer paused slightly, staring at the figure not far away.

Emily!

A source of joy for Archer but torment for me, for eight long years.

Archer looked at me, quivered excitedly, and said, "Leilani, you go back first, I have something to do."

I nodded, "Okay."

"Take care, call me once you're back."

After Archer finished speaking, he couldn't wait to run towards the figure.

I looked at his excited expression and sighed slightly.

I made a phone call, "Gideon, I've made my decision. Let's meet now."

It was already evening after meeting Gideon.

Archer didn't come back.

After washing up, I prepared to go to bed.

At this time, Archer came back. As soon as he entered the room, he hugged me tightly.

He asked, "Leila, I heard from Maeve that you came back very late. Where have you been?"

I didn't answer him, but asked him softly, "Did you find the one you sought?"

Archer was stunned, feigning ignorance, "Who?"

"Emily, your love."

Avoiding my gaze, he faltered, "A case of mistaken identity. Emily has long passed away."

Looking at his panicked expression, I didn't expose him.

From that day on, Archer came home very late every day.

I knew exactly what he was doing.

If he didn't say anything, I won't bother him.

I turned off the lights and was getting ready for bed.

Archer laid on the bed, reeking of alcohol. He hugged me and murmured vaguely, "Leila..."

He must be happy to be drinking so much.

It seemed that Emily was really back.

That's good. Derek could rest assured that someone was accompanying Archer.

I pushed his hand away and looked at him expressionlessly, "What? Were you unsatisfied with the women outside?"

Archer started to speak without thinking, "Yes, I need to change my taste occasionally."

As he spoke, he leaned his drunken body towards me.

I pushed him away and covered my nose in disgust, "You are too dirty. Don't infect me with dirty diseases. Either sleep quietly or get out."

Archer teased, "What? Leila, are you jealous?"

I lay still and said nothing.

Archer said jauntily, "You have to be more obedient to me, so that I won't abandon you."

Let him be. I had long been numb to his words.

I didn't care what he wanted anymore.

During this time, I focused on recovering while awaiting the inevitable outcome.

That day, after meeting Gideon, I spotted Archer and Emily embracing in a cafe.

Emily wasn't dead.

She came back.

I was a little surprised and then calmed down.

Despite anticipating it, witnessing someone presumed dead standing before me was still startling.

Archer pushed Emily away in panic and raised his hands, saying, "Leila, it's not what you think between us. Please don't misunderstand. I just..."

Just what?

He was just overjoyed that he couldn't help it.

I smiled and teased gently, "Congratulations, you've finally achieved your heart's desire."

Archer's eyes revealed panic, and his hands tightly grasped me, "Leila, I..."

Emily's beautiful eyes glistened with tears, and said pitifully, "Leila, you misunderstood. There is nothing between me and Arch. He just got excited to learn I'm alive."

While denying any involvement with Archer, she affectionately gripped his sleeve.

Looking at her pretentious appearance, I sighed helplessly inwardly.

Was this kind of person I lost to back then?

I was a little speechless, "Ms. Daniels, there's no misunderstanding. You have much catching up to do after so long apart. I have something else to do. I won't delay you for now."

With that, I gently pulled off Archer's arm, whispering to her, "By the way, Archer has been missing you a lot in the past few years."

After those words, I turned and headed outside, oblivious to the displeasure on Archer's face.

Who else would be as considerate as me?

Sparing no effort to bring together my husband and his love, there's a place for me among the Top 10 Most Touching Global Figures.

I was surprised to see Archer in the evening. I had thought he wouldn't return.

After all, it had been a while since they last met. They should, at the very least, console each other, speak openly, and ultimately make love.

Why did he return so soon?

Could it be that Emily has found a new love in recent years?

But that didn't seem right.

She didn't look like that!

Could it be...

I watched Archer's body with intrigue.

Could it be that his sexual function failed?

He deserved it!

I teased him in my heart, but I still pretended to be a little concerned, "Why did you come back so early today? Shouldn't you have spent time with Ms. Daniels? After such a long separation, you must have much to talk about."

Archer looked at me quietly, with an expression that I couldn't understand.

He did not answer my question, but asked softly, "Leilani, why did you say that earlier?"

"What?"

"Ms. Daniels, Archer has been missing you a lot in the past few years."

Archer imitated what I said today in a sarcastic tone with strange eyes.

I rolled my eyes and asked him, "Isn't this what you mean?"

Archer said, "I..."

"If you don't miss her, then what's the point of all the torture I've endured in the past few years?"

I looked at him calmly, as if I really wanted a definite answer.

Archer was speechless. He closed his eyes and seemed determined, "Leila, let's live a good life in the future and stop torturing each other."

Torture each other?

Archer's words almost made me burst into laughter.

I did laugh out loud, "Archer, you are the one who has been torturing me, and the one in pain has been me. How can you, the abuser, say that you want to live a good life with me?"

"Leilani, you disagreed with canceling the engagement and insisted on marrying me."

Archer's eyes seemed reddened, and his tone was sharp, "Now that I am willing to live a good life with you, you should be grateful."

Archer was still so arrogant and looked down on everyone.

I calmed down, sat on the sofa, and asked curiously, "What about Ms. Daniels? Do you not want her anymore?"

Archer had a nostalgic look, and his tone was somewhat sad, "Emily is the past. She will never be with me again. So we should cherish the present."

I found it absurd that he wanted to use his simple words to alleviate my years of suffering and resentment.

I closed my eyes and calmed down, "Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore."

Archer thought I was concerned about his past with Emily, then softened his expression. He stroked my hair like coaxing a pet, "Okay, let's not talk about her anymore. I'll go home earlier and spend more time with you."

I didn't want to say anything more to Archer. Whether it's love or hate, it didn't matter anymore.

The timing was right today.

I fetched a document from the bedroom.

I handed him the long-prepared divorce agreement, "Archer, please sign it. We can part ways in peace."

Archer's eyes turned scarlet at the sight of the divorce agreement I had signed before.

"Leilani, why do you want a divorce?"

He questioned me angrily, "Back then, you and my father forced me into marriage. Why do you want a divorce now? What do you take me for?"

I sat on the sofa, put the divorce agreement aside, and waited quietly for him to finish his madness.

I asked, "Do you know why I want a divorce?"

Archer frowned, "Because Emily is back, and you suspect me of having an affair with her?"

"No." I replied.

"Then because of what?" he pressed.

Archer couldn't think of any other reason for divorce except Emily.

I looked at Archer calmly, "When Derek passed away, he gave me the shares of Lopez Group. He begged me to never give up on you at any time, considering his kindness in raising me."

"But if I reach a breaking point before you turn thirty, I will bring up divorce."

Archer's face contorted, his fingers tensing.

I ignored him and continued, "Derek thinks you are 30 years old, and your temperament should be mature and stable. You will not hold on to the past and will be willing to live a good life with me."

"Now you want to live a good life with me, but times have changed. In my last days, I want to live for myself."

At my words, Archer frowned and asked, "What do you mean by last days? What's wrong with you?"

I pretended to be calm and said, "Nothing, it's not important. What's important is that I want a divorce."

Archer looked at me fiercely and immediately refused loudly, "Leilani, don't even think about divorce. We will be entangled for the rest of our lives, and no one can separate us."

He calmed down, walked slowly to my side, and knelt on one knee, "Leilani, you must get a divorce, right?"

I said firmly, "Yes."

"What about our child, don't you want him either?"