From the time I was little, something in me was always a little off—I never listened to the whole story, only half of it.

My grandmother called me a good-for-nothing who was financially burdening the family. She bought a little boy to be my younger brother and told me to take good care of him. I understood the part about buying a child, so I immediately called the police and reported her for illegal human trafficking.

My father pointed at my face and cursed me for being unfilial, accusing me of cutting off his family line. I obeyed him, crept into his room while he slept that night, and used a knife to "cut off his lineage."

My father screamed in agony. In the chaos, he accidentally killed me.

When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into the female lead of a melodramatic abuse novel.

After ten years of marriage to the cruel male lead, his childhood sweetheart had just returned from abroad and was undergoing kidney surgery.

He dragged me to the hospital and cruelly ordered me to donate a kidney to his precious first love.

I nodded obediently, went out and bought a pig, and on the spot dug out the pig's kidney and handed it to him.

The male lead's expression darkened to something frightening.

"Lily, are you an idiot? I told you to donate a kidney—a human kidney!"

"Do you have any idea how important Wendy is to me? She once saved my life. I have to repay that debt of gratitude!"

I thought it over for a moment, then nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood earlier."

My docility made him pause slightly. The fury in his eyes cooled by several degrees, and his tone softened as well.

"It's fine. Go get yourself ready."

I nodded, then gently poured him a glass of water. Perhaps feeling a bit guilty about shouting at me, he drank it.

Soon after, he said he felt sleepy and told me to make proper pre-op preparations while he went to rest in the ward.

Smiling, I followed behind him. After watching him lie down, I called a nurse over.

"Nurse, the kidney donor is ready."

I watched, deeply moved, as the male lead was wheeled into the operating room.

When the red light above the operating room door came on, tears welled up in my eyes.

I never expected him to be willing to donate a kidney just to repay a life-saving favor! I had to tell his childhood sweetheart about this touching act.

"Lily? Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be in the operating room?"

A sharp voice questioned me from behind.

I turned back in confusion and rummaged through my memories until I recognized the woman in front of me.

She was the male lead's childhood sweetheart, Wendy Cooper.

I tilted my head, puzzled. "Wendy, shouldn't you be in surgery right now?"

She strode over quickly and pointed at the operating room. "If you're here, then who's in there?!"

I answered honestly. "The male—"

Oh, right. I corrected myself. "Matt."

Wendy's eyes flew wide open. "What?! You actually let Matt go into surgery? Lily, are you stupid?!"

I blinked my large, innocent eyes. "He said you're his childhood sweetheart and that you once saved his life. He said he had to personally repay that life-saving debt."

At my words, Wendy was deeply shaken. Her eyes reddened slightly as she looked at the operating room with emotion.

I blinked again and asked curiously, "Wendy, aren't you supposed to be having surgery? Why are you standing here?"

She shot me a glare. "I'm going in for surgery right now!"

"Oh!" I believed her and watched her retreating figure with genuine emotion.

What a pair of…

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with the right words.

Calling them a pair of lovebirds didn't seem right—they weren't married. Matt and I were the married couple, so that wouldn't work.

But… Matt didn't like me.

I'd seen on TV that when a husband and wife don't love each other, they can choose to divorce.

I patted my slightly defective head and pulled out my phone to contact a lawyer about divorce.

When Matt was wheeled out of the operating room, I dutifully went over to take care of him, as his wife should.

When he finally woke up and noticed the incision on his chest, he immediately demanded, "Lily! What did you do to me?!"

I blinked and answered truthfully. "A kidney donation surgery."

He glared at me furiously.

"Are you stupid, Lily? I told you to donate your kidney! Why did you donate mine?!"

Before I could say a word, Wendy walked in with reddened eyes and threw herself into Matt's arms, overcome with emotion.

"Matt! Thank you… I never imagined you'd be willing to go this far for me…"

Crying so hard she looked pitiful, Wendy successfully dampened Matt's rage.

His gaze softened, the emotions in his eyes turning as sweet as honey. Even his voice grew gentle.

"For you, I'd do anything."

When he looked at me again, his eyes turned vicious. "Can't you see I'm a patient? Hurry up and get me something to eat."

I didn't want to, but I was his wife. We weren't divorced yet, so I had a responsibility.

The problem was, I didn't know how to cook. But he ordered me to do it anyway.

Following my memories, I went home and, step by step, followed instructions on my phone to cook some porridge, then brought it to the hospital.

He flew into a rage and dumped my food straight into the trash. "Lily, did you do this on purpose? Are you trying to kill me so you can become a widow?!"

I blinked, then that night I started sharpening a knife.

The sound of my sharpening woke Matt. When he saw the cleaver in my hand, his face went deathly pale. He screamed and ran out of the room.

After that, a nurse politely escorted me out.

But Matt was the one who said I should become a widow. I even went out of my way to look up what being widowed meant. And being widowed meant I would be free of my husband.

After being kicked out, I felt deeply regretful that I couldn't become a widow.

For a long while after that, Matt didn't call for me again, so I focused wholeheartedly on figuring out the divorce. I even drafted a divorce agreement.

Half a month later, Matt called.

"Wendy just graduated and is still a medical intern. She wants to practice surgery. Bring your mom over and let Wendy practice on her."

Mom?

Grandma once said that girls were nothing but good-for-nothings and financially burdened the family. They would eventually be married off.

Once married, your husband's mother became your real mother, and you were nothing but an outsider to your birth family. Once I got married, I was only allowed to acknowledge one mother in this life—my mother-in-law.

But my mother-in-law was Matt's real mother. Was he sure…?

I hesitated. "But what if she dies?"

He answered impatiently, "Then she dies. She should consider herself lucky that she's chosen to help Wendy practice."

I thought for a moment, then asked, "What if Mom doesn't agree?"

Matt grew even more annoyed. "Don't you know how to drug her? You were so good at drugging me last time. Can't you do it again?"

He hung up.

I tapped to end the recording.

I might be a little slow, but after hearing my situation, the lawyer felt very sorry for me. Because I'm missing a screw and only ever hear half of what's said, the lawyer was worried I wouldn't remember things. He told me to record every call with Matt.

He said it might help later when it came time to divide property.

I'm very obedient. As soon as I hung up, I sent the recording to the lawyer.

Right now, I was still Matt's wife, so I was supposed to listen to him. Grandma always said that as long as you're someone's wife, even for one day, you must listen to your husband for that day.

But the police officer said I can't break the law.

After thinking it over, I called Matt back.

"We can't do this. It's illegal."

Matt snapped impatiently, "Then bring your mom to me. I'll handle it myself."

Matt didn't give me a chance to refuse before hanging up again.

I blinked. Only then did I realize I'd forgotten to start the recording.

But it was just one or two sentences—probably not important.

I was only calling my mother-in-law to meet with her son. That should be fine, right?

I called my mother-in-law.

By the time she arrived, I headed over as well.

When I got there and went to look for her, I was told she'd already been sent into the operating room.

I was surprised. That fast?

Had Matt drugged her and sent her in? Didn't he know that was his own mother?

I went to the operating room entrance and happened to see Matt. He was holding Wendy's hand, chatting and laughing as they walked over.

I stepped forward to remind him. "Matt, do you even know who was sent into surgery?"

At that, Wendy—who had been smiling—suddenly teared up.

"If Lily doesn't want to help me, then forget it. She doesn't trust that I'm capable enough. Lily must be worried about me…"

I hurriedly waved my hands.

"No, no, that's not it. I'm just worried about Matt. After all, that's—"

Matt shoved me aside impatiently.

"What's there to worry about? It's not my mom."

I may be missing a screw, but I still had a conscience. I chased after them.

"What if the practice surgery fails? I know I'm not in a position to say this, but that's still a human life."

Matt rolled his eyes.

"Practice surgeries are risky. If she dies, she dies. Oh, right—I already signed the risk consent form on your behalf. I'm your mom's family. I have the right to sign."

I reached out to stop him.

Before I could speak, Matt shoved me hard and frowned as he shut the operating room doors.

Just before the doors closed, I saw Wendy turn and smile smugly at me, silently mouthing that she would never let my mom come out alive.

I was pushed to the ground.

I climbed back up, dusted off my pants, and shook my head helplessly.

The one receiving the practice surgery wasn't even my real mom. What was I worried about?

I hadn't expected Matt to be this ruthless. It seemed bringing up divorce had been the right decision.

The lawyer handed me the drafted divorce agreement, and I sat waiting outside the operating room.

Three hours later, they came out laughing and chatting.

Matt pulled off his mask and said to me coolly, "Lily, your mom is dead. I also had Wendy dissect her so she could study the human body."

Then he tossed me a body donation consent form. "Sign it."

With his hands in his pockets, Matt looked at me with nothing but indifference. "What kind of compensation do you want? Say it, and I'll give it to you."

I shook my head.

"I can't sign this. Only you can—you're her son."

I quickly handed him the divorce agreement.

"You don't like me, and we're not suited to be husband and wife. Let's get divorced."

Matt's eyes darkened sharply. "So your compensation is divorce? And taking half of my assets?"

He slammed the divorce agreement hard into my face. "I didn't expect this, Lily. You're more calculating than I thought. Every clause your lawyer wrote is airtight. But why should my property go to you? If you want a divorce, fine—but only if you leave with nothing."

I answered honestly, "The lawyer said this is my right."