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Synopsis
Loan sharks hunted me down, and my boyfriend went a million dollars in debt just to save me.
The debt collectors gave us an ultimatum: either I give up one of my kidneys, or they would harvest every single one of his organs until the debt was paid in full.
Watching him sob and scream at me to run, I signed the consent form.
Afterward, he held me tight.
With bloodshot eyes, he swore he would cherish me for the rest of his life.
We got our marriage certificate.
He took up shifts as a DoorDash driver, and we lived a poor but peaceful life.
Even though I could never dance ballet again, I was content.
Until that day. The surgical scar ached, so I came home two hours early.
As I reached the front door, I heard his female best friend's voice, dripping with gratitude.
"Vincent, thank you. If you hadn't taken Selena's kidney for me, I would've died."
Vincent's voice carried a tenderness I had never heard before.
"Chloe, as long as you're healthy, that's all that matters to me."
I froze at the door.
"Vincent, I'm completely cured now. You're a billionaire CEO. You don't have to keep pretending to be broke and playing house with Selena anymore."
After a beat of silence, his voice turned resolute.
"No! I have to stay by her side. What if your body rejects the kidney and you need another one?"
A bone-chilling cold pierced right through me.
To him, I was never a lover. I was merely Chloe's walking organ donor.
He forgot one thing, though. This donor was alive. And I could run.
Through the crack in the door, I saw everything.
Chloe wrapped her arms around Vincent's. Her eyes were red, her face twisted with mock grievance.
"But we're the ones legally married. I hate seeing you tangled up with her."
Vincent chuckled and stroked her hair.
"Her marriage certificate is fake. The one I signed with you is the real one. What are you so afraid of?"
A dizzying wave of absurdity slammed into me.
Three months ago, after my kidney was taken, I was so weak I could barely walk.
Vincent carried me into bed with tears in his eyes.
"Just rest at home, baby. I have a connection at the clerk's office. I can register our marriage myself."
He went out alone that evening and came back with two official-looking marriage certificates.
I thought he genuinely loved me. I thought he truly cared.
Turns out, our entire marriage was a forged piece of paper.
Chloe sighed and buried herself into his chest.
She spoke like a martyr.
"Fine! But you have to promise me you won't let her get pregnant. If she does, I'll run her down with my car again."
"Alright, alright. Whatever you say."
Vincent didn't argue. He just smiled and agreed.
It felt like a sledgehammer smashed into my skull. I stumbled, barely keeping my balance.
A month ago, I excitedly told Vincent we were expecting a baby.
He had swept me up into his arms, cheering.
"This is amazing! Selena, thank you! I'll take care of you and our baby forever!"
As an orphan, I thought I was finally getting a real family of my own.
The very next day, as I walked home from work, Chloe's car slammed straight into me. Blood pooled all over the pavement.
By the time I reached the emergency room, my baby was gone.
Vincent had forced Chloe onto her knees before my hospital bed, demanding she apologize.
I was too numb with hatred to say a single word.
Vincent hugged me tight, tears shimmering in his eyes.
"Selena, it was an accident. For my sake, let it go, please?"
"We can have another baby. As many as you want. I'll be with you."
I dropped the charges.
And only today did I learn the truth.
She had planned the crash all along.
And Vincent, the father of my lost child, had permitted it to happen.
Chloe placed Vincent's hand onto her flat stomach, a triumphant smile on her face.
"Our baby is already a month along. I can't have him sharing his inheritance with some illegitimate bastard."
I clutched my chest, my nails digging into my palms.
The realization hit me like a slap.
While I was drowning in the agony of my miscarriage, Vincent and Chloe were celebrating their first child.
I couldn't hear what else they were saying.
My mind went completely blank.
Looking at the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, I pulled out my phone.
I accepted the professor offer from the Paris National Ballet Conservatory.
Three months ago, after losing a kidney to clear Vincent's fake debt, I had turned them down with regret.
Even after learning I could no longer dance, the conservatory still insisted on hiring me.
They told me my artistic vision and technique were what mattered most.
Yet, looking at Vincent holding our fake marriage certificate, I rejected them.
Now, I knew.
Vincent stayed with me not out of love, but because Chloe might need my other kidney.
In that case, I would fly across the ocean, to a place where he would never find me.A confirmation email from the conservatory arrived within seconds.
My phone let out a quiet chime.
The door swung wide open, and Vincent stepped out, looking startled.
When he saw me standing there, a flash of guilt crossed his face.
He grabbed my hands and asked with concern, "Selena, when did you get back? Why are you crying?"
My fingers brushed against my cheeks.
Only then did I realize my face was soaked in tears.
Through my blurred vision, his concern almost looked genuine.
Before I could speak, Chloe stepped out, her eyes dripping with malice.
"Always crying. No wonder your baby chose to die rather than have you as a mother."
The wound that hadn't healed in a month burst open again.
I ripped my hand out of Vincent's grip and swung my palm straight at Chloe's face.
Before my hand even grazed her skin, Chloe dramatically collapsed onto the floor, clutching her belly and screaming.
"Ah! She's hitting me! Vincent, my stomach hurts so much!"
Vincent's face darkened instantly. He knelt down to scoop Chloe into his arms.
When he looked back up at me, his gaze was full of fury.
"Selena! What is wrong with you? Acting like a psycho, throwing hands for no reason?"
I curled my lips into a bitter sneer.
Vincent saw it. He knew my hand never even touched her.
Yet he still chose to side with her lies.
The very last shred of hope inside me died.
Ignoring them, I walked past them into the apartment and pulled out my suitcase.
Vincent gently helped Chloe inside. When he saw me packing my clothes, he froze.
He let go of Chloe, rushed over, and gripped my wrist so hard it bruised.
"Selena! What are you doing? You attack someone and now you're running away?"
I didn't answer him. My eyes were fixed on the document inside my bedside drawer.
"I, Selena, hereby voluntarily consent to donate all of my organs upon death to anyone in need..."
My signature was scribbled at the bottom.
Except I had never signed any organ donor waiver.
Vincent's eyes followed mine, and pure panic washed over his face.
He snatched the document away, babbling excuses.
"Selena, listen to me, this paper..."
Before he could finish, Chloe chimed in with a smug smirk.
"Selena, you already sold one kidney. Why be so stingy with the rest of your body?"
A sudden chill cut into my bones.
Vincent had forged my signature. All for Chloe.
Vincent shot Chloe a venomous glare, and she finally shut her mouth, though her eyes were still mocking me.
Vincent grabbed my hand again, his voice trembling.
"Selena, let me explain..."
I ripped my hand away and let out a broken laugh.
"Explain what? Explain why the kidney I gave up to pay your debt ended up inside Chloe? Or explain why a billionaire CEO pretended to be a broke delivery driver just to play games with me?"
Vincent and Chloe froze in place.After a heavy silence, Vincent sighed and leaned in, his voice shifting into a placating tone.
"Selena, since you already know, why make a scene?"
"You're down a kidney. You can never dance again. If you stay with me, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life. If you leave, where could you possibly go?"
Chloe held her belly and sneered.
"Exactly. As long as you know your place, I'll let you stay by Vincent's side. At least you're cleaner than the sluts outside."
Vincent didn't utter a single word of protest.
I laughed at myself.
What was I still expecting from him?
For the sake of loving him, I had sacrificed an organ.
In the end, it was nothing more than leverage for them to control me.
I stopped looking at them.
I stopped talking.
I wiped away my final tear, grabbed my packed suitcase, and walked toward the door.
Vincent frowned and reached out to block my path.
Suddenly, Chloe cried out in agony from behind him.
"Vincent! My stomach hurts so bad... Take me to the hospital, please!"
Without a second thought, Vincent pulled his hand back from me.
"Selena, Chloe is pregnant. I have to get her to the hospital. Stay here and wait for me to come back."
He picked Chloe up and rushed out the door.
I didn't wait.
I dragged my suitcase to a nearby boutique hotel and checked in.
Opening my inbox, the ballet conservatory in Paris had sent over my flight itinerary for tomorrow morning.
I replied with my gratitude and confirmed I would board the plane on time.
Outside, rain began to tap against the windowpane. I couldn't sleep a wink, staring at the ceiling until dawn.
In my daze, the hotel room door was shoved open.
Vincent rushed inside.
Seeing me, he let out a huge sigh of relief, though his eyes were rimmed with red and full of blame.
"Selena, didn't I tell you to wait for me at home? Why did you sneak off to a hotel?"
Pale-faced, I sat up on the bed and smiled bitterly.
"Home? Is that place my home? The marriage is fake. You're Chloe's husband. It was never my home."
Vincent choked on his words.
After a long pause, he sighed and pulled out another contract.
"Selena, sign this. I can't give you a legal marriage, but I swear I will give you a real home."
It was a voluntary kidney donation agreement.
"I, Selena, hereby voluntarily consent to donate my remaining kidney to Chloe..."
I stared at Vincent in sheer disbelief.
"My remaining kidney? Vincent, are you telling me to go die?"
Vincent avoided my eyes.
He thrust a medical report into my hands.
"Chloe's body is rejecting the transplanted kidney. She's pregnant. She can't survive without it."
"Don't be scared, Selena. I already talked to the doctors. You can live a full life on dialysis."
Three months ago, after I gave up my first kidney, Vincent had held me and wept, swearing he would protect me with his life.
The vows were still ringing in my ears, yet the man who once mourned my lost organ was now demanding the last one I had left.
The final spark of warmth in my heart turned to ash.
I slapped the contract out of his hand with a cold laugh.
"Get out. I will never sign that."Vincent froze.
After a long silence, he gave a helpless sigh, bent down, and picked up the paper.
Then, he unlocked his phone, pulled up a video, and held the screen in front of my face.
In a cemetery, in front of a tiny headstone, two rows of men stood holding shovels.
Every drop of blood in my veins turned to ice.
I recognized that grave. It was the plot I bought for the baby I lost.
A month ago, after the miscarriage, I begged the doctor for my baby's remains.
To others, it was just a tiny clump of tissue.
Afraid he would wander cold and alone, I spent my savings on a small plot in the infant memorial garden and put up a tiny headstone.
My voice shook violently as I confronted Vincent.
"The baby sleeping there is your child, too!"
Vincent's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was in pain as well.
His lips trembled, his voice raspy.
"That baby is already dead."
"The baby in Chloe's belly can still live."
"The dead can't stand in the way of the living, Selena."
The sheer horror of his words made the room spin.
It took me a long time to pull myself back together.
I lowered my eyes, refusing to look at him again.
My voice was flat, hollow.
"Fine. I'll sign."
As I wrote out the letters of my name on the dotted line, the last shred of my soul attached to this man dissolved into nothingness.
Vincent took the signed agreement, paused at the door, and looked back.
"The surgery is scheduled for this afternoon. Head to the hospital early to prep."
I didn't answer.
He didn't turn back again. He shut the door and walked away.
I stood by the window, watching his car disappear into the rain.
I picked up my suitcase and checked out.
I hired a few workers and rushed to the cemetery. Vincent's thugs were already gone.
I had the workers dig up my baby's urn, and I held it tight against my chest.
I took a cab straight to the airport, blocked his number and deleted every social account, and boarded the flight to Paris.
From this day on, we would never see each other again.
Chapters (4)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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