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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 remember the day he was reborn after his car accident. He confessed to me that the price of his rebirth was to make Vivienne happy.


But he also told me that within the realm of emotions, I would always be the most important.


He would be faithful only to me, love only me.


He clearly said "even at the cost of his life" back then, but in the end, he still betrayed me.


Although he thought he was doing these things to stay with me longer, honestly, does he still love me?


Is it really to stay with me? Or is it for Vivienne?


Even my heart was taken out and given to Vivienne's non-existent sister.


My mom cried uncontrollably, "For that vixen, you hurt my child like this? You believe everything she says?"


Draven recalled Vivienne crying about her sister needing a heart, remembering her delicate complaints of being afraid of pain and bullying...


Chapter 8