My Husband Asked Me to Donate a Kidney to His Childhood Sweetheart — Novel

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In a world where loyalty is tested and love is twisted, Mila's story unfolds in the shadows of betrayal. After years of being buried under lies and deceit, she finds herself haunting the very estate that once imprisoned her. Grayson, her husband, now searches for her in desperation, driven by guilt and the memory of his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, who now faces a dire fate. But how far will he go to save her, and what remains of his love for the woman he believed was gone forever?

As Grayson grapples with his choices, the line between right and wrong blurs. With the threat of losing his son, Jayden, looming over him, he makes a chilling ultimatum: a kidney for a kidney. But Mila's spirit refuses to be silenced; she is determined to protect her son, even from beyond the grave.

Will she find a way to reclaim her life, or will her lingering resentment keep her trapped in this cycle of vengeance? As the clock ticks down on Grayson’s decision, the stakes escalate, and the consequences of their tangled past threaten to unravel them all. Can love survive amidst such darkness, or will they all pay the ultimate price?

My Husband Asked Me to Donate a Kidney to His Childhood SweetheartChapter 1

When Chloe pushed me off the villa's balcony, my husband was on the other end of the phone, sweetly calling her "baby."

I thought I would die, but I ended up just half-paralyzed.

Still not satisfied, Chloe hired someone to assault me, leaving me covered in wounds before burying me alive in the backyard of the estate.

Three years after my death, Chloe got uremia, and my husband finally remembered me.

He brought a group of bodyguards to the private estate, trying to catch me, looking everywhere but unable to find me. He thought I was hiding.

"If you agree to donate a kidney to Chloe, I'll let you come back home."

In the end, he dug three feet into the ground, only to uncover my bones.

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Grayson stormed into the villa on the private estate, his brows furrowed tightly.

The private estate was managed by Grayson's informants, but no one was allowed into the villa.

It was only used to imprison me, the "wrongdoer" wife.

But I had been dead for three years.

No one had lived here for three years either.

Looking around, weeds had grown all over outside the villa door.