Chapter 1

Wandering the streets as a peddler, I was hit by a car and left disabled in both legs.

The car owner was a woman. To show her remorse, she took me back to her home to care for me.

A month later, the woman put an engagement ring on my finger, coaxed me into signing a so-called prenuptial agreement, then pushed me, now disabled, down the stairs.

I fell, my head bleeding profusely, and overheard her on the phone with someone.

"The consent form is signed. We can start transplanting organs into Blaine."

"It's fine. This is Nash's last value as a cripple."

After forcibly removing one of my kidneys, the woman dumped me in a landfill, making me atone for her pure love.

My wounds weren't healed, and I was burning with fever. As I approached death, I suddenly became fully aware!

I wasn't a wandering street peddler.

I am Nash, the heir of the House of Channing Group.

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The bandages on my body were seeping with blood, flies from the landfill buzzing around my wounds.

I lay on the ground in a hospital gown, the stench of garbage filling my nostrils, but my mind growing clearer by the second as I stared intently at the beautiful, elegant woman before me.

So she was my fiancée, Lavender!

Three years ago, Lavender had driven off to escape our wedding, chasing after her pure love Blaine.

I went after her, only to be run off the road into the ocean by her car. I lost my memory and became a homeless man, surviving by selling crepes from a street cart.

Little did I know Lavender had deliberately crippled me, then feigned sympathy by bringing me home and even proposing: "I'm willing to spend my whole life making it up to you."

How foolish I was to think I'd struck darling! I actually believed Lavender's lies! I fell into her trap of tenderness, hopelessly in love with her.

But Lavender had been sleeping with Blaine behind my back!

When I found out, she pushed my wheelchair, sending me tumbling from the second floor to the first.

Later, when I overheard her talking about transplanting my organs, my first instinct was to run!

Even with a cracked skull, even with my legs disabled, I'd crawl if I had to - anything to get away from this cold-blooded woman! Lavender watched from the second floor with her arms crossed, smiling slightly as if enjoying a show.

"Stop struggling, darling. It pains me to see you like this."

Despite her words, she injected me with anesthesia.

I was powerless to resist, forced to watch helplessly as I was taken to the hospital and into the operating room...

It had been only three days since the organ transplant, and Lavender had already followed Blaine's orders to bring me here from the hospital for torture.

Seeing me glaring at her, Lavender's eyes held a hint of apology, but her words were harsh: "Don't blame me, Nash. I'm just helping you atone. This is all your debt to Blaine!"

"Who told you not to lend money to Blaine? His parents died because of you, and now he's in this condition."

"Now that your kidney can be transplanted to Blaine, it's your chance for redemption. Don't worry, once Blaine is fully recovered, I'll bring you back."

"Until then, you'll stay in this dump and let Blaine take out his anger on you!"

With that, she placed a bottle of water beside me and instructed the workers at the dump to keep an eye on me.

"Don't let him die. He's my fiancé, after all!" I'm looking at her beautiful retreating figure, my heart feeling torn to shreds, rage and jealousy consuming my entire being.

Lavender's mind is completely occupied with Blaine, without even a moment's thought for me!

How cruel her heart is!

Yet, even as I keep staring at Lavender, she doesn't turn back, absorbed in her phone call with Blaine, her voice pure and gentle.

"Blaine, you're awake? That's wonderful! I'll be right back!"

"Don't worry, Nash is fine. He says he's happy to give you his kidney, there's nothing to feel guilty about! You're so kind, even after how he hurt you, you're still thinking of him..."

As her footsteps fade away, rain begins to fall, cold and sticky, soaking through my body.

A worker from the junkyard secretly covers me with a plastic sheet to shield me from the rain, whispering an apology.

"The lady boss won't let us bring you inside or give you medicine. We'd lose our jobs if we did. I'm really sorry, young man."

Tears mix with the rain, a bitter taste rising in my throat from the pain.

I laugh loudly amidst the thunder, hating Lavender for her heartlessness, but hating myself even more for my foolishness!