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.

Dylan's POV

My hands clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My breathing was ragged, my chest rising and falling with the rage that was exploding inside me. The news of my affair spread so quickly, destroying the image I had carefully built up. But I wasn’t a fool. I always had a way to turn things around.

"Mr. Dylan, I've been looking into the origins of that photo," my bodyguard reported in a trembling voice.

"But... all the media are keeping their mouths shut. No one wants to talk, as if they're being protected by someone more powerful than you," he repeated.

My eyes narrowed sharply. "Give them money, you fool!" I hissed angrily.

"I've tried, sir. I've even threatened them, but no one has wavered. Someone is behind all this."

My anger exploded. Without thinking, I swung my fist, hitting him hard in the face.

"You're incompetent! You can't even take care of something this small!"

The bodyguard staggered back, blood seeping from the corner of his lips. But I didn't care. I caught my breath, trying to think.

Then Gisella's name flashed through my mind.

Two months ago, I ran into her and left her on the street. When I went back to remove the trail, her body was gone. At first I was sure she was dead, but now? I began to doubt what I had believed.

I hissed, gripping my hair in frustration. "Damn... don't tell me she's alive ...."

I turned around, leaving the bodyguard who was now lying unconscious. I walked to the study, retrieving the documents that I had been hiding. Without thinking, I stepped into the back garden, lit a match, and threw it at the pile of papers.

Tongues of flame licked at my secret papers, destroying all evidence of my crimes. I wouldn't let anyone find this. Never.

"Dylan, what are you doing?"

The sharp voice made me turn my head. Alexa stood behind me, her face tense.

"I'm erasing the traces of my crime," I replied.

"Did you find out who was behind the news?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"Everyone is keeping their mouths shut. But I will find that person, and destroy him," I hissed.

Alexa clicked her tongue. "Do it quickly. I don't want my name involved in your rotten scandal!"

My eyes narrowed. I gripped her wrist tightly. "Stop talking like you're innocent. You told me to run him over!" I snapped.

Alexa gave me a sharp look, then laughed sarcastically. "But stupid you, Dylan, you didn't make sure she died! Now look at the consequences."

Without thinking, I delivered a slap to her face. Alexa fell silent, but the flash of anger in her eyes remained.

Before she could reply, one of my men ran over, breathless. "Mr. Dylan! There's bad news!"

"What now?!" I snapped.

He gulped. "The video of you and Ms. Alexa is all over social media and television news."

The world seemed to stop spinning. I immediately grabbed my phone, flipping through the latest news.

My blood ran cold. My body froze.

The video was real. Shit! It was all recorded!

The cell phone in my hand slid to the floor, cracking instantly.

Alexa screamed hysterically. "Asshole! How could this happen?! Everyone saw my body!"

"It's not just you, Alexa! Me too!" I roared.

Anger coursed through my blood, burning every inch of my body. I punched the wall, leaving a red stain on its surface.

"Who did all this?" I shouted.

Alexa suddenly whispered, her face filled with hatred. "It must have been Gisella. There was no one else in the room but her and your mom."

I froze. "Gisella?

No way. She's a weak woman. She's not someone who could have designed this. But, if not her, who else?

"Especially since we couldn't find her body after the accident," Alexa continued.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay. If she did it...." I grinned wickedly. "I'll lure her out of hiding."

Alexa looked at me suspiciously. "What are you planning?"

My grin grew wider. I pulled out my cell phone and called someone.

"I need a vulgar photo of a woman with another man. I'll send you her face. Make sure it looks real, then spread it to the media," I said.

Alexa chuckled, her eyes shining with hatred. "For Gisella?"

I nodded. Alexa immediately hugged me tightly, kissing my lips. "Well done, baby ...."

But before I could savor my victory, a noise from outside caught my attention.

"Mr. Dylan! Our house is under attack!"

I ran outside. The sight that greeted me made my blood boil.

My house was destroyed. Glass shattered, rocks scattered on the ground. People were shouting outside the fence, throwing more objects at the house.

I clenched my fists, my jaw hardening.

"Who dares to challenge me?"

Then a notification popped up on my phone. I stared angrily at the screen.

A cold smile spread across my face.

"I'll do it now," I muttered as I stared at the vulgar photo of Gisella that had been manipulated with another man.

"The game is just beginning,” I whispered.