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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

Draven was on the verge of a complete breakdown, his strength ebbing away under my father's furious glare. "I don't believe it... I need to see Melody. At the very least, you should let me see Melody's body..."


"You'll never lay eyes on my daughter again, not even a glimpse," my father declared.


He finished speaking, then suddenly furrowed his brow in anguish, as if remembering something. With a cold laugh, he added, "Oh, but you can go visit the places where those people violated and hurt my daughter."


The doctor, who had already confessed everything to my father, seemed to guess his thoughts. He spoke with reluctance, "The child of you and your wife is there."


Chapter 7