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

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.