Chapter 2

"Vivienne, this artificial kidney is just too painful. I really can't take it anymore. Can't we ask Kellan to..."

"No way!"

Sarah cut me off sharply before I could finish.

Perhaps realizing her tone was off, she softened her voice:

"Chris, how can you ask for something back that you've already donated? Kellan isn't in good health either, and kidney donors are so hard to find. You were the only one willing to give him a kidney. Do you want to watch him die?"

Seeing her lie so shamelessly, my heart instantly turned ice cold.

Back then, my fiancée Chloe and Kellan were both in a car accident. Kellan was more severely injured and needed a kidney transplant.

Chloe and Sarah guilted me into donating my kidney to him, using the excuse that we were brothers.

It was only afterwards that I found out the accident happened because Kellan and Chloe were having sex in the car on the highway!

"There, there. You're doing fine with the artificial kidney now, aren't you? Darling, I'll get you some painkillers in a bit and hold you while you sleep. I'm sure that will make the pain go away."

Doing fine? Then why don't you let Kellan use it?

It's nothing more than not wanting him to suffer any pain.I slipped two sleeping pills into Sarah's bedtime milk.

She quickly fell into a deep slumber. Perhaps due to her sleeping position, the collar of her nightgown was slightly askew, revealing a patch of skin on her chest.

I unbuttoned her collar and discovered a tattoo.

It was a tattoo of a little princess holding a rose. On the rose petals, there was a character that read 'K'.

No wonder since we got married, she always wore pajamas to bed. Even during our intimate moments, she didn't like taking off her top.

I thought it was just a personal habit of hers, but this was the real reason.

I called my childhood friend, a doctor who had just returned from studying abroad:

"I'd like you to perform a surgery for me."

"Yes, I won't regret it. See you in three days."

Sarah, since you've already taken my father's life and ruined my body, I don't need your charity either.

After hanging up, I opened Sarah's computer.

A file named 'My Beloved Rose' stung my eyes.

It was filled with photos and videos of Kellan, totaling several gigabytes.

It included screenshots of all the chat logs between Sarah and Kellan, each meticulously dated and preserved.Flipping through those records, I realized that over the past few years, she had not only gifted Kellan countless luxury watches and jewelry, but also bought him an ancient castle abroad.

All because Kellan had said:

"Vivienne, your Prince Kellan thinks the air quality here isn't good. What if it affects his scar healing? In movies, princes always live in castles~"

In reality, in the photos where he deliberately lifted his shirt, the scar was barely visible. Sarah had already arranged for the best plastic surgeon in the country to treat him.

Thinking about the two long, thick scars on my own stomach that looked like centipedes, it was truly ironic.

And in the corner, there was a spreadsheet titled 'Kellan's Backup Organ Bank'.

It contained over a dozen names, numbered and annotated.

"No. 1, willing to donate organs for $1 million compensation, a bit old, temporarily reserved for Kellan."

"No. 2, willing to donate organs for $2 million compensation, quite greedy, kidney health is good, unfortunately female, don't want another woman's organs in Kellan's body, temporarily reserved."

Unsurprisingly, I also saw my own name on the list."Chris, suitable gender, appropriate age, extremely high kidney compatibility. Kellan used one and it was pretty good, can take the second one. Compensation requested: none. Economical and cost-effective."

I stared at this absurdly ridiculous note, my heart filled with nothing but sorrow.

After being Sarah's husband for so many years, it turns out that in her eyes, I was just an 'economical' organ container.

I printed out this spreadsheet along with the divorce papers and set them aside.

I sat motionless on the couch until dawn broke.