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.

My mother-in-law finally stopped pulling me. My body already felt weak, and my face had probably turned pale.

"Hurry up and tell my son the truth about your womb!" My mother-in-law demanded, pressing het against my mouth.

"I Won't! That piece of paper isn't mine!" I protested.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are you dragging Gisella like this?" asked Dylan, looking confused.

My mother-in-law gave the torn paper to my husband. Dylan's surprised face scared me.

"You fool! So you've been barren all this time? You lied to m!" Dylan spat, slapping my right cheek.

"I'm not barren, I'm healthy. Don't you accompany me every month for checkups? I wouldn't lie about something that important, Dylan," I replied.

"Enough, Dylan! If you stay with Gisella, you’ll never have kids anyway. You might as well marry Alexa. Gisella will die soon anyway," my mother-in-law sneered, making my heart pound.

"Mom, watch your mouth!" I snapped.

Dylan shot me a cold glare before grabbing my hair and dragging me to the barn.

I tried to rebel when Dylan wanted to tie my legs together. But I was defeated, I couldn't do anything.

"Dylan, please let me go!" I begged, hugging his legs. But Dylan kicked me in the face instead.

I winced in pain as both my eyes were hit by Dylan's kicks.

"Feel it, this is your punishment!" Dylan said and left me.

I cried, feeling the pain in my eyes. Dylan had been ignorant, but he had never been rude to me. But now everything had changed.

In this house no one treats me like a human being.

My body couldn't take it anymore. My throat was thirsty because I had been screaming for help.

Until at night the cellar door finally opened. Alexa came and stood smiling while carrying food for me.

"Alexa, please help let me go!" I cried and begged.

But Alexa only laughed. She grabbed my hair and yanked it back. "I’ll let you go... but first, you have to kiss my feet," she chuckled.

"You're crazy! I'm not willing to go that low. I'd rather die here!" I yelled, but Alexa stuffed my mouth with the food she brought.

"How does this stale food taste? This food is perfect for trash like you. You have to finish it, Gisella!" Alexa said, startling me.

I rebelled and refused the food. Eventually, all the food spilled out.

I felt nauseous looking at the scattered food. I suddenly threw up and hit Alexa's clothes.

"Gisella, did you do it on purpose?" asked Alexa irritably, pulling on my collar.

I shook my head, but I was surprised when Alexa pulled my face to smell the vomit.

"Taste that disgusting stuff!" said Alexa.

I cried after getting her treatment. However, I was surprised again when Alexa splashed hot water on my face.

"No need to be sad anymore, I helped clean it up," Alexa replied with a chuckle.

Before she left me, Alexa stepped on my shackled foot.

I screamed, my bones cracking.

"Dylan and I are getting engaged tomorrow, as a good fiancé, I ask your permission," Alexa said.

"Why my husband? Why are you doing all this to me?" I asked tearfully.

Alexa came closer, looking at me sharply. "Because I want to ruin your life. Like your mother ruined mine."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but he just smiled and walked away, leaving me in confusion.

I couldn't stay still. Despite my weakness, I had to act.

With a broken plate, I cut the rope in my hand. Then, I crawled to the saw that was lying nearby. I gritted my teeth, sawing through the restraints on my legs until I was finally free.

Just as I was about to escape through the window, a pile of documents suddenly tumbled onto me. I blinked, my eyes landing on one particular sheet.

"This is Dylan's agreement with me," I said.

A satisfied smile appeared on my lips. With this document, it was Dylan who would be destroyed!

However, I found something far more horrifying—the letter selling my and my mother's kidneys. My hands shook as I read the contents of the letter.

My chest tightened even more when I found the lab results from the hospital. My husband's new lie was exposed.

"Dylan, you were so good at acting. That piece of paper is yours. So, it's not me who's infertile, it's you!" I squeezed the paper tightly, anger and disappointment mixed together.

I couldn't stay still. With all my might, I escaped through the warehouse window, clutching tightly all the evidence of Dylan's crimes.

"I have to hand these documents over to the police. I also need a lawyer," I muttered hurriedly, running in the darkness of the night.

However, my steps halted. My heart skipped a beat as the car's headlights shone on my body. Within seconds, my body was flung into the air, before finally hitting the asphalt hard.

I lay limp, my vision beginning to blur. A male figure walked over, his steps calm, full of satisfaction.

"You think you can report me, Gisella?" the voice sounded familiar, accompanied by a cold, ear-piercing laugh.

I tried to open my eyes, even though the pain all over my body made it difficult to move. "Dylan, it was you who hit me," my voice was weak, but my anger was still burning. I clutched the document in my hand, the only evidence of his crime.

However, Dylan easily snatched it away. His hands pressed against the wounds on my body, causing me even more pain.

"I'll be the first to offer my condolences on your death," he whispered hatefully.

My tears fell. Not because of this wound, but because of the cruelty of the man I once loved. Dylan left, leaving me in a dying state.

"It seems my destiny is near," I whispered softly. This chest felt so tight. "God, if I'm reborn, please give me a chance to live with happiness." Slowly, everything became dark.

***

I woke up with a gasp. My vision was blurry, but I could feel that my body was full of medical instruments. Pain radiated throughout my body. I tried to move my fingers, making sure I was still alive.

A voice sounded, chuckling slightly. "You finally came to your senses after two months in critical condition."

I turned my head weakly. "Two months?" I asked, almost in disbelief.

The man nodded. "Yes, two months ago I found you lying on the road. I took you to the hospital, but the equipment there wasn't enough to save you. So, I brought you to Sydney. I have acquaintances here."

I stared at him, still having trouble digesting reality. "Sydney?" I said softly.

All the memories suddenly came back. Two months ago, I almost died because of some asshole named Dylan.

"Where's my cell phone?" I asked suddenly.

"Your phone is broken, but I've asked someone to fix it. He'll be here soon," the man replied calmly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The cell phone was the only evidence I had. I had secretly photographed all of Dylan's crime documents.

"Thank you for helping me, sir," I said sincerely. "Excuse me, can I borrow your cell phone for a moment?"

Without hesitation, the man handed it to me. I hurriedly searched Dylan and Alexa's social media. However, what I saw made my chest feel like it had been hit with a sledgehammer.

A picture of their wedding was prominently displayed on the screen.

"No way," I whispered, hands shaking. I thought they were just engaged, but they were married?

My heart broke. My tears fell without me being able to hold them back. I bit my lip, holding back the anger that began to flare up.

"Why are you crying?" the man asked, seeing my reaction.

I didn't answer. I continued to scroll through Dylan and Alexa's posts, and found a video of their engagement.

I played it.

"You must be wondering why I'm engaged to Mr. Dylan, and where is Gisella right now?" Alexa spoke in the video, smiling pretentiously.

Dylan then continued, "Alexa and I decided to get engaged after getting permission from Gisella. Currently, Gisella is very ill. Her time may not be long. And she asked me to marry Alexa so that I wouldn't be alone."

My hands clenched into fists. My chest rumbled.

Dylan had lied to everyone. I'd never given permission, let alone consented to their marriage.

"Starting today, I'm going to put together a revenge plan that was blocked two months ago!" my voice shook, full of determination.

The man looked at me deeply. "Who do you want revenge on?" he asked.

I held up my phone and showed him the faces of two people on the screen. "Them."

The man was silent for a moment, then sighed. "So, you want to destroy Alexa? Interesting... because she's my ex-wife."

I widened my eyes. "Your ex-wife?"

He nodded, his expression full of hatred. "Back then, Alexa set me up. She forced me to marry her while she was pregnant with someone else's child. But after the marriage, she took some of my property and left her child to me. Apparently, it was all for Dylan."

I was almost speechless. "So you knew Dylan?"

"Of course. He's my greatest enemy. My father died because he was killed by his family." He looked at me sharply. "We have a common enemy. What if we work together to destroy them both?"

I stared at his for a long time. A fire of vengeance blazed inside me.

"Interesting deal," I muttered, then held out a hand. "Let's get this game started."

The man grinned. His hand grasped mine tightly.