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.

Two days had passed since I woke up from the hell Dylan had created. Thanks to Brian, I had regained the strength I had lost. However, it wasn't just my physique that had recovered. The fire inside my chest now burned even brighter, demanding revenge.

We sat together in the living room, discussing the first steps to destroying Dylan's men.

"Gisella, I've started investigating based on the evidence you provided. And I found a story that was released two months ago, just one day before Dylan's wedding," Bryan said, handing me his cell phone.

My hand trembled as I took it. But what shook me more was the content of the news on the screen.

"Mrs. Gisella reportedly died from her illness."

"Mr. Dylan was forced to marry to fulfill his wife's last wish!"

I felt the air around me thin out.

They said I was dead?

With trembling hands, I pressed the screen, to playing a video. Instantly, I felt sick to my stomach watching it.

Dylan stood in front of the altar, wearing a black suit with a face full of sorrow. Fake grief. Alexa was beside him, smiling faintly, as if she was the victim left behind.

"My wife and I have been separated by fate," Dylan's voice trembled in the video.

"And now my wife has chosen the destiny of love for me before she died. She has died because her body could not withstand her worsening illness," he said again.

I squeezed my chest, which felt tight. My eyes burned with tears—not of sadness, but of searing anger.

Dylan, that bastard.

"We have to do it now! I don't want him to live happily without any guilt!" I exclaimed, handing Brian his cell phone back with a vengeful glare.

Brian looked at me for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I've come up with a plan. Let's start by destroying his image. I'll spread the evidence of his affair with Alexa!"

I quickly sent all the evidence to Brian. Within minutes, intimate photos of Dylan and Alexa were all over social media.

Just like Brian said, we sat back and watched their downfall.

"Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Alexa's affair!"

The headline was plastered everywhere. I read the comments that flooded the internet with satisfaction.

"I doubt Mr. Dylan's words about Mrs. Gisella wanting him to get married. Maybe it's just an excuse!"

"What an asshole! No wonder Mrs. Gisella died, perhaps her mind was tormented!"

"Mrs. Gisella's death seems suspicious. Especially since the funeral was done in private!"

I gasped as I read the last comment.

"Brian, did you know about my funeral?" I asked in a trembling voice.

Brian looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Dylan even broadcast it live. I'll show you the video."

As soon as the video played, I felt like I'd been thrown into a deep pit of darkness.

My funeral was so quiet. There were only a handful of people, all faces I didn't recognize. There were no genuine cries, no real grief. Dylan stood there with teary eyes, but I knew those tears were just a mask.

And Alexa, that damn woman was standing by his side, hugging him lovingly!

"Damn it! You asshole!" I yelled angrily, my hands clenched tightly.

Brian immediately grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down, Gisella. You're just recovering."

I caught my breath with difficulty. "Thank you, Brian, for helping me."

Suddenly, Brian's cell phone rang. One of his bodyguards informed me that Dylan and Alexa were doing a live broadcast to clarify the news.

I smiled wryly. "Good. I want to see how he lies this time."

We sat together in front of the screen, watching him speak with a confident expression.

"I've been reluctant to respond to this, but now that it's all out in the open, I'll be honest. Yes, I did have a relationship with Alexa!" said Dylan.

The whole room went silent. I was shocked. Everyone was shocked.

But I knew it wasn't over yet.

Suddenly Dylan smiled slyly. "However, I had my reasons. After Gisella betrayed me and ran off with another man, I had no choice but to find an outlet. Alexa is the woman who healed my heartache."

My heart skipped a beat.

"I witnessed Mrs. Gisella's affair myself," Alexa continued with a face full of falsehood. "Mr. Dylan originally just wanted to make her jealous, but we ended up falling in love."

My blood boiled.

"Asshole! He manipulates everyone!" Brian said angrily.

I stared at the screen with a murderous gaze. He wasn’t just betraying me—he was killing me a second time.

I picked up my cell phone and handed it to Bryan. "Investigate the sale of my kidney and my mother. And spread this video."

Brian gave me a sharp look. "I understand."

I wouldn't let them get away. Never.

Dylan and Alexa may think they've won, but they don't know another shocker is coming.