Chapter 4

The doctors collectively let out a breath of relief before scrambling to draw the blood and start transfusions.

As new blood flowed into my body, my deathly pale face slowly began to regain some color.

Just as the doctors were about to clean my wounds, the door was slammed open again.

Tara gave me a cold, icy glance, as if she were looking at a corpse. "I want this man's liver. My husband's liver is bad. This is a good opportunity to replace it."

My gaze was unfocused as I looked at her, my lips trembling uncontrollably. I felt like a complete joke.

Summoning all the strength I had left, I shakily pointed at the door and forced out, "Get out!"

Glaring at me with disgust, she kicked the operating table, sending both the table and me crashing straight into a wall.

As I hit the floor, I coughed up a mouthful of blood. She didn't even look at me when she viciously spat, "You piece of trash! You ought to be grateful my husband even wants your liver!"

The doctors clutched their heads out of fear and were too scared to speak.

"What are all of you waiting for? If anything happens to my husband, none of you will live!"

Tara glanced at the operating room across the hall, panic written all over her face.

One doctor, feeling bad upon seeing me lying in a pool of blood, mustered his courage to say, "Mr. Eri—"

"Shut your mouth! Take his liver now! One more word and I'll send your whole family to the grave!"

With rage burning in her eyes, Tara pointed her black gun squarely at the doctor's forehead.

Even though the doctors knew that forcibly removing a person's liver would almost certainly mean death, no one dared say anything for fear of losing their lives.

The operating room doors gradually closed. Through the intercom, Tara's placating words to Brandon reached my ears. "Don't worry, honey. A liver fresh from a living person should be in great shape. It'll definitely fix your liver problem. I'll be there soon. Wait for me. Love you…"

Every word was like a hammer to my heart, and all the memories of our past love were reduced to ashes.

I watched her leave, feeling like my heart was being stabbed again and again with a bloodied blade.

For her to risk her husband's life to treat her lover, Tara really took devotion to a whole other level. The anesthesia took effect quickly, and I soon slipped into unconsciousness.

While unconscious, I could have sworn I heard the promise she made at our wedding. "Honey, I could even give my life for you…"

Tears slid down my cheeks. I wanted to grab her, to demand answers, but everything before me was a blood-red blur, rendering me blind.

When my liver was removed, I weakly opened my eyes.

The doctor, taking pity on me, held my bloody liver in front of me. "Don't worry, Mr. Robles. We're replacing it with an artificial liver. It will be able to sustain you for a while…"

When I saw the gaping hole in my abdomen, my whole body ached as if my organs were being wrung out. I instinctively tried to reach out and touch it, but I couldn't lift my broken arms.

I'd imagined growing old with Tara countless times. We'd have ten children, half of them taking after her, the other half after me.

But not once had I imagined her hurting me like this. I never thought she would have my liver extracted just so that her lover could be saved.

I watched helplessly as my liver was packed and taken away. All that came out of my mouth was choked sobs.

The surgeon nearby was about to stitch my wound when another doctor rushed over to stop him. "Don't stitch him up yet. This man might need another surgery again…"

The other doctors widened their eyes in shock. "If he gets another cut, he'll die!"