Todos os capítulos de Sacrificed My Kidney for a Cheat: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

VARYA’S POVIn my bed I remained, trapped in a storm of feelings, uncertain as to what was real or an imagination with the force of nature ever since it happened to me.The silence in the room was occasionally broken by some sounds coming from somewhere far away. All parts of me were sore, but even more unbearable was the hurt I felt inside me.The door creaked open, and I glanced up, expecting to see Kylo or Jasmin. But instead, Dora and Cassandra marched in with determination, their faces set with contempt.My heart sank as I saw Kylo following them, his face taut with frustration as he tried to call them back.“Varya needs to rest. Don’t disturb her,” Kylo’s voice was firm, but it fell on deaf ears.Cassandra was the first to speak, her tone dripping with scorn."In case you didn’t hear what my brother said earlier, let me make it clear. He doesn’t love you or care about you. He’s just doing his duties. So, if you played this accident game to get pity from him, it’s not happening.

DORA’S POVThe atmosphere in Varya's room was thick with tension. Cassandra’s words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, suffocating and malicious. I stood beside her, feeling the familiar rush of satisfaction as she delivered her venomous message to Varya.But something was gnawing at the edges of my confidence, a feeling I couldn’t quite shake.“And would she leave her house?”The unexpected voice from the doorway froze me in place. I turned slowly, my heart lurching in my chest. Grandpa Cassian stood there, his stern gaze sweeping over the room. The air seemed to be still as his presence demanded attention.My pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be back for another month. How much had he heard?Cassandra stammered beside me, her usual confidence faltering. “Grandpa, you weren’t supposed to be back until next month. We… we didn’t know.”Grandpa ignored her, his eyes now fixed on Varya. I followed his ga

VARYA’S POV The mansion feels so empty without Kylo. Each time I move, my feet make sounds that roll across the shiny floor; that is the only sound that reminds me of the loneliness that has set in my heart. One day I convinced myself that it was normal, that it was what was promised when we got married; it could never be about love and companionship but a part of me wants the man that made me feel safe in this cruel world. But he is not here; he has left for a business trip; I am here all alone with Dora and Cassandra. Whereas earlier they used to humiliate with their winks and sneers, now they are openly abusive. One hardly has to remind ourselves of it anymore. I can see it in the way they look at me; the hatred in their eyes, the way they speak to each other when they assume that I am out of earshot. The staff has also followed this trend and taken their positions. The respect that they used to keep in their behavior has transformed into rudeness. It’s in the way they bar

They go in a circle, days following days; either in utter silence or choking to death. Every morning, I get up, in the same bed, in the same damp, chilly, uncomfortable room wanting the day something will be different.But it never does. Kylo is still absent, and I am still alive, to suffer in this house which is gradually transforming into a mausoleum with every passing day.This loneliness lingers like an old friend that follows one around, but an unwelcome friend all the same. I attempted to keep the days occupied, keep the mind busy with something that could occupy and possibly distract from the growing anxiety and void within me, and it only grows harder to conceal.I found that even elements that I used to consider as my safe havens like the designs I create are now becoming a nuisance to me. There I am, at my desk, ready to work, holding a pencil, but ideas no longer flow as once did. My head is too muddled, too heavy with what has occurred.With this, I end up being on my own

KYLO’S POVAs I attempted to do coal with the figures displayed before me on the large monitor on the front end of the long polished conference table that dominated the center of the room I sat at the head of.My CFO was going on and on about the latest figures which I should have been listening to, about gross income, net income, and new ways of expanding the business.Although I tried my best I failed to focus on the lecture as my thoughts frequently shifted to the woman who was sitting next to me, on my right.Varya was sitting at the table and, as always, carefully wrote something in her notebook with a pen. On the face of it, she had been calm, collected; all the polished professional that she had emerged to be in this business. But I knew better.I could tell from her body language, that she was as anxious as I was, she could not even glance at me from the corner of her eye as if one fearful glance might betray something she dared not let out.It wasn’t just her that was differe