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When I learned my husband only had three years left to live, I mustered the courage to have his child, a precious embodiment of our love.
Little did I know that on the very day I successfully became pregnant, I'd be kidnapped on my way home.
After being tortured for three days and nights by those people, I was placed on an operating table.
In my darkest moment of despair, I overheard my husband's voice along with a doctor's at the door:
"Mr. Harrington, do you really want to take your wife's kidney? Everyone in our circles knows how much you love each other. Do you truly intend to do this to her?"
My husband's voice was strained, but he finally said, "Melody has me to take care of her. Even if her kidney is removed, it won't affect much. But Vivienne can't afford that - if her kidney is taken, she'll be chronically ill or even die. Once Melody bears all this instead of Vivienne, I will double down on her in the future!"
I was thunderstruck.
As the doctor entered, I closed my eyes in utter despair.

After I got pregnant, my husband took my organs

"I will die, who will give Melody happiness?"


"Just take the heart directly! Vivienne's sister needs it, and the other kidneys according to the storyline. Once everything is done, I'll immediately bring people to rescue her and send her to the hospital for an artificial heart transplant."


Draven's voice was steady, as if he had made up his mind long ago.


The doctor sighed and asked his assistant to bring out the professional tools.


My soul, trapped in a broken and exhausted body, struggled frantically to cry for help, but the sharp blade still cut open my chest.


I had no strength left to struggle, not even a little bit.


After removing my heart, the doctor left with his team.


I used all my strength but couldn't move my hands bound by iron chains. How I longed to touch my child in the final moments of my life.


Even though he has now left my body, even though he is now just a blood clot...


I want so badly to touch him, to tell him not to be afraid.


An overwhelming grief enveloped me. My wrists struggled, but only added a few more bloody marks.


Draven had told me long ago that after his rebirth, he needed to protect the female lead. Only if she was happy could he survive.


He also said I was his one and only. In matters of the heart, he would be faithful to me alone.


Only for things outside the realm of emotion would he strive to maintain Vivienne's happiness.


Yet I never imagined he would go to such lengths for Vivienne.


Even though my heart was gone, in this moment it still felt as if it were being torn to shreds.


Just then, the door burst open with a bang.


Draven appeared before me, frantic with worry, his eyes rimmed red. "Melody, I'm so sorry I'm late! Oh God, your chest..."


My body remained limp, showing no signs of consciousness, but he didn't stop his performance.


He grasped my hand tightly, while barking orders at those behind him, "Spare no expense! Find whoever hurt my Melody and make them pay!"


"And immediately find the world's top experts to give Melody the best artificial heart transplant! If she doesn't recover fully, you'll all regret it!"


My soul felt numb and eerily calm. In the chest cavity now lacking a heart, only hatred surged.


I was quickly rushed to the hospital. As Draven had said, the world's top artificial heart team worked tirelessly to save my life.


During this time, they also had to treat my broken limbs and dislocated body.


It wasn't until three months later that I was finally moved from the ICU to a regular hospital room, having narrowly escaped death.


Draven stayed by my side day and night, never leaving, providing constant care and attention.


When the doctor told him I would never be able to have children again, Draven cried with heartache. He held my hand, repeating over and over, "It's all my fault, Melody. It's all my fault! I didn't find you in time! I don't care that you can't have children anymore. I'll always treat you well from now on!"


If this had happened before, I probably would have felt sorry for him and told him not to take all the blame on himself.


What right did he have to look down on me?


Seeing him only made me shake with hatred, so I pretended to be asleep every day to avoid looking at him.


As my condition stabilized, more and more visitors came to see me.


And finally, one day, I saw the person I least wanted to see.


Chapter 2