Destroying the Holy Husband

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation.

In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well.

Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

After my death, Gideon never remarried. He came to my grave, mourning with a look of deep sorrow.

"Everyone makes mistakes. You're gone, but the living must go on. I've forgiven them on your behalf."

In truth, he was worried about the homeless man going to prison, so he fabricated a story, claiming I'd betrayed him and killed myself in shame.

My past was a tangled web of resentment.

Unfortunately for him, I had returned with my memories intact and a system.

In my previous life, everything Gideon did was to earn rewards from the system. But this time, the system was mine, and he had no idea.

This time, I would make him pay for all he'd done.

When he saw the cold look in my eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

He pointed at me. "What's the big deal? It's just a kidney. Just give it up. Don't you have any compassion? He's so pitiful, and we have two healthy kidneys. Doesn't that seem a bit unfair?"

Oh, I did have compassion.

Of course I did.

I held his hand, my expression full of unwavering support. "I didn't realize you were so kind. You're doing a good deed. Of course I won't stop you."

Ignoring Gideon's confused look, I immediately dialed the phone. "Hello, is this the TV station? My husband wants to donate a kidney to a dialysis patient!"

His eyes widened in shock. He tried to grab my hand and snatch my phone to stop me. "What are you talking about?"

With a smile, I shook off his hand, completely ignoring his protest.

A reply soon came through the phone, and I continued, "You'll want to do an in-person interview for this, right? Yes, that's right. It's my husband, Gideon Huber. My address is…"

Gideon's face fell at once.

When I hung up, he frantically asked, "What are you doing? Aren't you the one donating?"

I blinked innocently. "Didn't you say I lacked compassion? Since you have so much of it, I thought I'd help you out."

Gideon was seething with anger. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but I wasn't going to give him a chance to back out.

"You're such a noble man. Why should I steal your spotlight? I'll let everyone know!"

"Kenzie! Come back! Don't go!"

Ignoring his shouts, I shook off his grip and bolted out the door.

The moment I stepped outside, I couldn't hold back my grin.

Gideon, this was just the beginning.