I have a husband who is not only handsome and wealthy but also loves me dearly. Not long after we got married, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with liver cancer and needed a transplant. After testing, I was the only compatible donor in the family. But shortly after the transplant, my sister-in-law passed away due to rejection. My mother-in-law and husband blamed me for her death and sent me down to join her. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I was supposed to sign the donation agreement. I threw down the pen and said, “I’ll donate, but what are you willing to give in return?” Your lives, perhaps? My husband, Declan Turner, looked at me with sudden anger. “Didn’t we agree that if you save Nora, our whole family will be eternally grateful?” “Nora is so close to you. You wouldn’t want to see her lose her life so young, would you?” When I stayed silent, he resorted to emotional blackmail again. Never mentioning what they’d offer me, just expecting me to give up half my liver to save his sister. My mother-in-law, Beatrix Carter, looked like she was about to start shouting. I tapped the agreement on the table, and she closed her mouth. She took a deep breath and said, “Cora, are you worried about something? Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.” Only then did I slowly speak up, “Mom, didn’t I say? You know there are risks with donating. I need something in return.” “Nothing will happen. The expert we found is top-notch and won’t let anything go wrong. Besides, everything I have will eventually be yours.” She pretended to act in my best interest. In my past life, I was fooled by this facade, signed the liver donation agreement, and ended up being killed by this heartless family. I met my husband by chance. One day after work, a creep was following me, and he saved me. After finding out I was single, he pursued me relentlessly. He said it was love at first sight. He sent flowers to my office every day and took me out to dinner. He took me out on weekends. He was completely devoted to me. My coworkers were all envious. After all, I was an orphan girl, and he was not only handsome and kind but also a modestly wealthy businessman. It seemed like I had a stroke of luck. He was eight years older than me and said he’d been busy building his career and hadn’t found the right person. After meeting me, he felt it was time to marry. I was skeptical about such good fortune, but he said his family consulted fortune tellers, and not marrying this year would affect his business. Business people often believe in this. Under his persuasion, we quickly got married. The first time I met my sister-in-law, she was very affectionate, constantly calling me “sister-in-law” and personally made a gift for me. My mother-in-law also gave me several sets of valuable jewelry on our wedding day, and the attendees praised how kind his family was to me. I didn’t notice anything wrong. Shortly after the wedding, my mother-in-law tearfully told us my sister-in-law had liver cancer and needed a liver transplant to survive. My husband said we should ask all relatives to do a compatibility test, to see if anyone could donate, as donating a liver wouldn’t affect one’s life. Under their persuasion, I naively went for the test. My husband reassured me it was just for show for his mom and unlikely to succeed. But I was the only successful match. My mother-in-law tearfully said her husband had passed away a few years ago, and now all her focus was on her two children. Declan was married, so she wasn’t worried, but Nora was so young. If she died, how could she live? She implied that if I didn’t save her, it would be my fault if Nora died. My husband promised it was just a liver donation, not dangerous, and they’d be grateful to me forever. All their property would be ours in the future. I said I didn’t marry him for his money. Upon hearing this, he was even more patient and caring. But he constantly looked troubled in front of me. Feeling sorry for him, I softened and agreed. But my sister-in-law still didn’t survive the rejection after surgery. My mother-in-law blamed my liver for being bad, causing my sister-in-law’s death, and hit me, completely ignoring that I had just donated my liver and was recovering from surgery. I thought my husband would be reasonable and went to him. I found him and his ex-girlfriend discussing how to get rid of me. Turns out I was just a tool they had planned to use to save his sister. In shock, I dropped my phone, alerting the two inside. Afraid of being exposed, my husband personally pushed me down the stairs, saying his sister would be lonely underground and since I was so good to her, I should go down and continue taking care of her. Perhaps the heavens couldn’t tolerate this family’s actions and gave me a chance to start over. This time, I will make them pay.
Thinking of this, I looked at my eager husband, pretending to hesitate. “But what if after the surgery, I’m not well, and you end up disliking me?” Hearing my concession, my husband and mother-in-law both relaxed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him. If he ever wrongs you, I won’t recognize him as my son,” my mother-in-law promised. I picked up the pen, and they thought I was going to sign. They exchanged a glance, smiles forming. I spun the pen in my hand but didn’t sign. “Cora, as long as you sign, all our property will be yours,” Declan promised. “If it’s going to be mine eventually, why not transfer it to me first? Then I’ll feel assured.” Their smiles froze. It took a while for Declan to find his voice. “We’re all family. I said I’ll give it to you later, so why aren’t you assured?” “I trust you, husband. But I’m just nervous about the surgery. Since it’s all going to be mine, let me feel at ease first.” I suggested kindly. Then, I excused myself to the restroom to take care of something. I left the room for the mother and son. When I returned, they had come to an agreement. Knowing them, they were either planning to manipulate the gift contract or plotting how to quietly get rid of me after the donation. … As soon as I entered, Declan approached. “I’ll give you two houses in my name. Sign this first, and I’ll transfer them to you later, okay?” “No, I need the house first to feel at ease.” They were anxious, but I wasn’t. Seeing my insistence, they had to go back and sign the property transfer agreement. I deliberately chose the notary office to sign. My husband and mother-in-law wore sullen expressions. “What do you mean by this, are you afraid we won’t keep our promise?” my mother-in-law asked angrily. “No, you misunderstood. I just don’t know much and thought this place was convenient. Let’s sign quickly so we can go to the hospital.” With the big promise hanging in front of them, they reluctantly completed the gift contract under the staff’s guidance.
On the way to the hospital, I casually mentioned, “After the surgery, I won’t be able to work for a long time. Without money, I’ll be in a bad mood.” My mother-in-law, who had a sullen face the whole way, retorted without kindness. “Didn’t you just get two houses worth over ten million? How can you have no money?” “Then should I sell the houses?” I pretended to get out to sell the houses. My mother-in-law rolled her eyes in exasperation. My husband quickly appeased me, “I still have a credit card, I’ll give it to you when we get back.” Only then did I sit back, satisfied. When we arrived at the hospital, they flanked me, afraid I would run away. Sigh, their vision is too narrow. This is just the beginning. In the office, they kept their eyes fixed on me. The doctor, seeing their urgency, repeatedly confirmed if I was volunteering. Seeing Declan and his mother’s tense expressions, I paused. Until their faces darkened, ready to hit me, I said I was volunteering. The doctor instructed me to rest and keep calm for the pre-surgery examination in a few days. I agreed to everything. Once the signing was complete, they were finally relieved. Back home, I immediately asked my husband for the money. Since the houses were already given, he saw no point in making me unhappy over the money and handed it over willingly. Happy, I used the excuse of being unable to go out a few days before surgery to go shopping with my best friend. I spent over a million on the credit card in one day. Declan called many times, but I didn’t answer. Leisurely, I took my spoils and had hot pot with my best friend before heading back. On the couch, Declan was suppressing his anger. “Where did you go? Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “I bought some things,” I replied nonchalantly, kicking off my shoes and slipping into comfy slippers. “Lin Wei, I’d like to know, what did you buy that cost over a million?” he asked angrily. The Turner family is modestly wealthy, running a company that makes a few million a year. Over the years, they’ve accumulated assets worth tens of millions. Spending so much in one day made him feel the pinch. “Jewelry!” I waved the shopping bags. “Didn’t you say before the wedding that you didn’t have time to buy anything, and we could buy it after? I happened to have time today.” He was speechless. Before the wedding, he kept saying he was busy and promised to go shopping with me later. In my last life, until my death, I never received anything. The Turner Family is moderately wealthy, owning a company that earns millions each year. Over the years, they have accumulated assets worth tens of millions. Although I spent a large amount in a single day, he still felt the financial strain. “Jewelry!” I said, holding up the shopping bag. “Didn’t you say before our marriage that there was no time to buy it, and that we could go shopping after the wedding? I just had some time today, so I went ahead and bought it.” He was at a loss for words. Before the wedding, he always used the excuse of being busy, promising to go with me afterward. In my previous life, I never received anything until the day I died. “Oh, by the way, Mom said to give me the jewelry she set aside for me. I bought a safe, and it would look nice to keep them together,” I added, as if reminded. In my previous life, my mother-in-law pretended to care for me, saying she was worried I’d lose the jewelry she gave me at the wedding, so she took it all back. I thought I wouldn’t wear it anyway, so it was fine if she kept it, and I even thanked her for her thoughtfulness. Later, I realized she just didn’t want me to have it. After all, I was just a tool to them, and once I donated my liver, my role was complete. How could they possibly let me spend more money? This family was always deceiving me. Afraid of upsetting me and affecting the liver donation for her daughter, my mother-in-law reluctantly gave me the jewelry, but couldn’t help but remind me, “You’ve got the house, spent the money, now you should be willing to undergo the transplant surgery. Go to the hospital for the pre-surgery examination tomorrow.” I casually agreed. There would be quite the scene for them tomorrow. 4. The next morning, I went to the hospital. My mother-in-law thought I had run off and frantically searched everywhere. I only called them after ten o’clock to tell them where I was. When they arrived, breathless, I handed them a test result. “This surgery might not be possible.” At the hospital, they stared incredulously at my test result. My mother-in-law’s hands trembled as she held the thin paper that read: early pregnancy. “What about Nora?” she shouted anxiously at her son. Declan Turner looked at me, troubled, and without a moment’s hesitation, said, “Cora, we can have children in the future, but my sister can’t wait. The donation agreement is signed; only you can save her now.” Who says signing means I have to donate? I can still back out, right? Though it’s not ideal, the person I’m meant to save isn’t good either. In my previous life, I felt sorry for that sister and took good care of her. But she always knew their family’s plan. When her condition worsened, she claimed I refused to save her, accusing me of deliberately donating a bad liver. Even on her deathbed, she cursed me. Why should I save such an ungrateful person? “I need to think about it,” I said, and quickly left the hospital. Back home, they took turns trying to convince me, but I remained unmoved, acting determined to keep the child. I moved out of their house and into the property he transferred to me. Seeing my determination, Declan agreed to find another way. He said he was worried about my safety while living alone during pregnancy and came to take me back, promising not to pressure me to donate my liver to his sister anymore. He would find another solution. A few days later, I found out about his plan. The car I often drove was in a car accident.
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