When I regained consciousness, I was strapped to an operating table, the cold metal sending shivers through me.
Surrounding me were doctors and nurses clad in white coats.
Though I was unsure what had transpired, a deep sense of foreboding overwhelmed me.
Terrified, I struggled in vain as my limbs were securely bound. Turning my head, I faced a sinister, merciless expression that jolted me. Still, I called out for help to the one familiar face.
“Evan, save me…”
With a cold glare and an air of chill, Evan approached and tightly grasped my neck. “Save you? Avery, you wretch, I wish I could kill you.”
Instinctively, I slapped at his hand gripping my neck. His hold was strong and painfully tight; he seemed intent on strangling me.
The hatred on his face was intense. I could not comprehend why he would treat me this way, and I was too confused to think straight.
Just as I felt my neck might break, he let go. A rush of cold, disinfectant-laden air filled my lungs, triggering violent coughing. My throat burned, and my lungs throbbed in pain.
“If you weren’t still useful to me, I would not spare you,” Evan said coldly, his gaze harsh, his words tinged with bitterness.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked defensively, staring at Evan as my sense of dread deepened.
“Give your kidney to Megan; you owe her that much, don’t even think of denying it,” Evan’s voice was cold and ruthless.
My face turned pale with shock as I stared at him. When did I owe Megan a kidney? Just because I forced her love to marry me? Must everything she lacks be taken from me? How could he be so heartless?
“You’re taking my life,” I yelled at Evan.
“If it weren’t for you taking Megan’s life first, why would I need your kidney?” Evan gripped my jaw, forcing me to look into his icy eyes. “Not taking your life is already more generous than you deserve.”
I laughed bitterly, fully aware that I shouldn't hate Megan. Yet, every time Evan treated me cruelly, I couldn't help but resent her.
"Let fate decide then, whether she dies or I do," I spat venomously.
Evan squinted at me upon hearing that.
I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to look at Evan. I hadn't told him one of my kidneys was faulty. This time, it would either be her death or mine.
I lost consciousness after that, unaware of what happened during the surgery.
Though I couldn't open my eyes, I heard nurses nearby discussing.
"It's so sad, she lost a kidney, and the baby too. I heard she has fertility issues; she might never be a mother."
"Shh, don't talk about it. Those are secrets of the wealthy house; be careful, or you'll lose your job."
My heart ached. I knew I was pregnant, but it was only after losing the child. This surgery claimed my child's life and might yet claim mine.
Tears trickled down from the corners of my eyes, my hand moving to rest on my flattened belly.
My unborn child was gone just like that, my poor, poor child.
Evan arrived.
I had loved him for so long that I could recognize him by his footsteps.
I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes closed, unwilling to look at him. For the first time, I did not want to see him.For the first time, the scent I once loved now brought me such pain!
