Chapter 3
Zone towered over me, an unreadable rination flickering in his eyes before he hurled it beneath his usual culd Indifference.
“You ruined my happiness with Lily
“So now, I’ll make sure you suffer.”
“I make your life a living hell.
Then he turned and stormed out.
I curled up on the floor, trembling, my tears falling wontrollably.
He kept saying I stole Lily’s engagement.
But he had no idea
That Lily was the one who shoved me into this marriage.
Three years ago, Zane’s family arranged a marriage with the Monroe family Lay was the intended bride.
A year ago, Zane fell gravely ill, his kidneys failing rapidly
He had a rare blood type. Coincidentally, so did Lity and 1.
We were both a match.
But Lily flat–out refused to donate her kidney.
Without hesitation, I gave him one of mine.
Even after the transplant, he was still critically ill, his life hanging by a thread.
His family decided to push forward the wedding, hoping to bring good fortune
But Lily refused to marry a dying man.
“I’m not about to be a widow at my age. Let Chloe marry him instead.”
And just like that, my father and stepmother ordered me to take her place.
Afraid the Parker family would reject a last–minute bride switch, they made me kneel outside their home.
Torced me to beg.
Told me to say I was in love with Zane.
That I couldn’t bear to be with anyone else but him.
If I refused, they’d cut off my sister’s medication until I caved.
I knelt outside in the pouring rain for an entire day and night, hegging Zane to marry me.
The whole town talked about it how I threw myself at him, how desperate and shameless I was.
The Parker family wanted to rush the wedding for good luck, and since I had given Zane a kidney, they reluctantly agreed
There was no ceremony, no vows just me, dragging a single suitcase, walking into the Parker estate as his wife.
When Zane woke up and realized I was the one who married him, his first words were:
Chloe, you’re disgusting.”
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But then Zabe recovered.
And Lily Lily carved a scar inte bar abdomen, claiming she was the one who give him a kidney.
She told him I stole their engagemoist.
From that moment on. 1 became the villain in Zane’s story the gold digger, the unipulative homewrecker.
He treated me like an enemy.
“The never met a woman more repulsive than you he spat.
I thought about leaving. I asked for a divorce.
But he refused.
“You think you can just come and go as you please?” be sneered.
“I make sure you regret ever marrying me. I’ll make your life a living hell.”
And he did.
This past year, I’ve lived through hell.
I forced myself to stand. Every movement sent searing pain through my body.
My champagne–colored silk dress was now stained red with blood.
With shaking hands, I dialed 911.
I spent four days in the hospital before I got an email from a medical research ab confirming my participation in a drug trial.
I filled out the paperwork, then went home to pack
I didn’t have much.
I came with one suitcase. I would leave with one suitcase.
My phone buzzed.
A message from Zane.
A location. A room number.
“Ten minutes. Be there.”
I already knew what this was another humiliation waiting for me.
Still, I went.
It was Lily’s birthday party.
She approached me, holding a plate of cake.
“Sis, today’s my birthday. Have a slice.
Just the sight of it made me nauseous.
Last month, on my birthday, Zane threw me a party too
Acruel joke of a party.
He ordered a massive 24 inch cake and forced me to eat every bite.
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“Lily’s birthday, and you’re acting all ungrateful?” someone sneered.
“You actually think you’re Mrs. Parker? Look in a damn mirror. That title belongs to Lily.”
“Yeah you’re just a desperate little lapdog.”
Zane’s friends laughed, throwing insult after insult,
Then, suddenly splat
A chunk of cake hit my face.
More followed.
A rain of cake and alcohol, drenching me.
Lily and the others burst into laughter.
The sting of champagne mixed with frosting burned my eyes.
wiped my face, blinking through the mess, and looked at Zane he had just be standing there, watching
Expressionless.
“Are you done?” I asked, voice calm.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”
Zane didn’t like that.
He wanted me to beg. To cry.
Instead, he pointed to the table.
Four bottles of red wine.
My
