During my birthday party, my husband suddenly collapsed. I rushed him to the hospital, and the doctor said that he a kidney transplant immediately because one of his kidneys was damaged.

Since he had helped me during my mother's treatment in the past, I decided to give one of my kidneys to him.

***

My eyes slowly opened, the smell of medicine stung my nose. My whole body felt weak, but I didn't care. I had to see Dylan, my husband.

Every step was torture. The wound on my stomach was still throbbing, but I forced myself to keep moving.

However, when I arrived in front of his room, I fell silent.

"Are you okay, honey?" A woman's voice sounded seductive.

"Don't tease me, you know I'm cheating on Gisella!" Dylan replied softly.

My breath caught in my throat.

"You're great. But what if Gisella finds out that you don't actually have kidney disease?" the woman asked.

My body froze, my heart pounding. So, Dylan had been lying all along? He was healthy. His kidneys weren't even damaged.

"He won't find out, I've already bribed the doctor and some of the nurses in this hospital. I'm doing all this for our relationship anyway," he replied.

"What do you mean?" the woman asked.

"With just one kidney, she’ll become weak. Sooner or later, she won't survive. When that happens, we can live together," he said, as if my life was just a number in his foul plan.

The world seemed to collapse around me.

"You're right, Dylan. Then what did you do with the kidney?" the woman asked again.

"I sold it, isn't that more profitable?" Dylan replied.

My legs went slack. My body was shaking. Dylan was losing his mind.

"You're so smart, honey," the woman replied.

"I am, after all, just think of it as a reimbursement for when I helped with Mom's medical bills," Dylan replied.

"Didn't you tell me that you did the same for her mom?" the woman asked.

"Right, Mom's debt was paid off because of her kidney. That's proper compensation, isn't it?" Dylan replied, bringing tears to my eyes.

I covered my mouth, holding back the sobs that wanted to break out. I married Dylan for my mother's debt, not out of love. But he deceived me, even selling my mother's kidney without my knowledge.

I thought Dylan was an angel who came to save me, but he turned out to be the devil.

"I have something for you. I bought it from the proceeds of Gisella's kidney sale," Dylan continued.

The woman smiled, accepting a necklace.

"It's limited premium! There are only three in the world. Thank you, darling. I love you so much."

My chest tightened. I sat down, devastated. My kidney was sold just to buy a gift for another woman.

He wasn't my husband, he was a crazy psychopath.

I tried to stand up, trying to be strong despite my broken heart. I peeked through the crack in the door.

My knees almost gave out when I saw who it was. It was Alexa, Dylan's secretary.

My hands gripped so tightly that my nails dug into my palms as Dylan put the necklace around her neck, then whispered affectionately. "You look even more beautiful in it."

"Your flirting is never free, is it, Dylan," Alexa replied with a giggle.

"I already gave you a gift. Don't I deserve something too?" Dylan said, winking.

My stomach turned, my head felt hot as Alexa suddenly sat on his lap. Alexa's hands were wrapped around Dylan's neck. Their faces grew closer, their lips coming together.

Dylan didn't stop there. His burly hands freely explored Alexa's body.

I gripped my shirt tightly. I bit my lip until it bled. If this were the end of my love, I would not stay silent.

My heart broke as l watched their disgusting actions. I froze in my hiding place.

"Dylan, when are we getting married? I've been waiting five years," Alexa said, breaking the kiss.

Five years! All that time they'd been having an affair, and I only found out about it now.

"I hope you wait a little longer, Alexa. After Gisella's gone, we'll get married," Dylan replied, smiling.

My chest was tight. They were waiting for me to die.

"Why do we have to wait, Dylan?" Alexa Asked sullenly.

"Trust me, it's for us. I can't just get a divorce, there's an agreement that binds me," Dylan replied.

I vividly remember the letter and Dylan's promise not to cheat on me with another woman, and if he broke it, then all his property became mine.

"Okay, but why did you marry her in the first place?" Alexa said with a frown.

"Because of her mother's debt. I married her in order to use her signature to sell her mother's organs. Besides, who wants to marry a poor girl?" Chuckled Dylan,.

It felt like a hard blow to my heart when I realized he had only used me.

"No wonder you always treat her as a maid," Alexa replied.

My marriage turned out to be a shadow of its former self. I thought Dylan was improving my life. In fact, he destroyed me.

Before Dylan realized where I was, I was back in my hospital room. I cried, but my tears stopped when the door opened roughly.

My mother in-laws came in with a glare and slapped me.

"Damn woman! Why is my son's kidney damaged? What have you been cooking all this time?" She snapped while grabbing my hair,she said.

"I don't know, ma'am, don't blame me," I replied irritably, remembering Dylan's lies about his kidney condition.

"You germ! Don't bring your poor habits to this family!" My mother-in-law snapped.

My chest rose and fell with anger. "I donated my kidney," I said, my voice shaking.

"You're not sincere?" She pushed me off the gurney.

I screamed as blood seeped through my clothes. It looked like my surgical wound had been cut.

"Mom, please call a doctor for me!" I begged while holding my stomach.

She looked at me coldly. "So weak," she said and left me.

Tears streamed down my face as I watched my mother-in-law leave.

My stomach hurt more and more, the blood kept flowing. My vision blurred, then everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, Dylan was beside me. He took my hand and pulled me.

"How are you, Gisella?" he asked falsely.

"I'm fine," I said, looking at him flatly. I knew he was enjoying my pain.

"What happened? Why did you get that wound?" Dylan asked,.

I was silent for a moment, looking at Alexa. And my gaze drifted to my mother-in-law.

"Your mom made me this way," I replied irritably.

"That's not true, Dylan. I called the doctor for her!" My mother-in-law denied it.

Dylan nodded, believing her.

"She's lying, Dylan! She pushed me!" I said in a snapping voice.

But I was surprised when Dylan slapped my cheek. My eyes began to glaze over at him.

"She's my mom. I trust her more than you! Don't just because you donated a kidney think you have the right to do anything!" Dylan said, causing me to pause.

I held my breath. His heart was as hard as stone.

"Before accusing me, you should remember who you are. Without my son, you are nothing! You could be a bum or maybe a prostitute," my mother-in-law snapped and walked away from me.

"I'm disappointed in you, Gisella!" said Dylan, giving me a disgusted look.

I saw the red marks on Alexa's neck, and my breath caught. Then, he grabbed Alexa's hand and left.

I gripped the sheets, holding back the pain in my body and heart.

"Just wait , Dylan. Wait, Alexa. Do you really think I've lost? No, I will to make you kneel before me!" I muttered as I watched them leave.

It had been two days since Dylan last visited me, no word and no message. Only loneliness kept me company.

This hospital room felt increasingly cramped, as if it were swallowing me alive. I missed his embrace and his voice.

As I cried silently, the nurse came in with surprising news. "You can go home," she said.

I was stunned. "Why? Isn't my condition getting worse?" I asked.

"It's your husband's order," she replied hesitantly.

With a heart full of questions, I went home. However, at home, another surprise awaited me.

Alexa, the woman, stood in the living room with a sweet smile.

"Why are you here, Alexa?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"I'm working with Mr. Dylan," Alexa replied, smiling confidently.

Just then, Dylan appeared."Yes, l was at work. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. My infection is getting worse," he said quietly.

I tried to contain my anger.

"Then how are you?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"I'm fine," he said as usual.

As if everything was fine. As if I never existed.

Then, he uttered the words that crushed me. "From now on, Alexa will take care of you."

"No need, Dylan. I can take care of myself," I refused.

However, Dylan snapped at me. "You refuse my orders? You need to wake up, Gisella. You're already weak and can't do anything else!"

My hands were shaking. My eyes were hot.

"Dylan, I became weak because I gave you my kidney," my voice was almost inaudible.

Dylan chuckled sarcastically. "Why are you bringing it up? Forgot the favor I did for your family?"

I swallowed my bitterness. I hadn't forgotten. But did he forget that I gave him a piece of my life?

"I remember your help, so you should remember mine," I said irritably.

"Sorry to interrupt, can any of you take me to the bathroom?" Alexa said suddenly.

Dylan immediately turned his head. "I'll walk you."

Without hesitation, without turning to me. He walked away.

I froze, suspicion burning in my chest. I followed them. At that moment, I realized that something was even more painful than losing my kidney—losing my husband, who was still alive right in front of me.

The two of them walked into the bathroom together, and the voice rang out.

"Dylan, don't be so hasty!" said Alexa.

"I've been looking forward to today, honey," Dylan replied.

"Don't you ever get it from Gisella?" asked Alexa.

"She's boring, her body isn't as beautiful as yours," replied Dylan.

I gripped my clothes tightly, my mind wondering what they were doing inside.

I climbed onto the chair, my hands shaking as I held my cell phone. I recorded everything from the small vent above the door.

My world had collapsed watching their warm warfare.

"What an asshole! I'm going to destroy us, Dylan!" I muttered.

When I was done, I backed away. Then he walked away.

In my room, I cried my eyes out. I had lost everything.

However, before my grief could subside, the door opened roughly. My mother-in-law stood there, her face full of anger.

"Bitch, so it turns out you're really barren?" My mother-in-law sneered.

I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She threw a scrap of paper in my face. I picked it up with trembling hands.

"Patient diagnosed with permanent sterility." My body stiffened as I read it.

I looked up. "It's not mine!"

But my mother-in-law had already grabbed my hair. "Don't lie! In this house only you check your uterus!"

I winced in pain with every pull of my mother-in-law on my hair.

"I'm telling the truth, ma'am, that paper is not mine. And what's the proof that it's mine? Does it have my name on it?" I replied, trying to fight back.

But a hard slap landed on my cheek.

"Son-in-law doesn't know himself. I'm going to tell Dylan that you lied to him!" Said my mother-in-law.

Suddenly, I was surprised when my mother tied my wrists with rope.

"Mom, what are you doing?" my voice trembled.

She dragged me out of the room like an animal. I struggled and cried.

"Mom, please let me go!"

But I knew that no one would help me.