Todos los capítulos de Sacrificed My Kidney for a Cheat: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

KYLO’S POVThe decision wasn’t sudden. For weeks it gnawed away at me as though some slow fire boiled on deep inside my head forever insisting upon itself. Only when Varya grudgingly suggested we give a shot together in putting things right between us did something go click in me?My wife wasn’t just someone whom I married; she was an individual who deserved dignity, calmness, and security at home like everybody else. Action had to be taken because righting what went wrong was my business.The dwelling turned into a battleground yet I could not afford to keep it that way any longer. To really give our union a real shot at success that is.Dora and Cassandra had crossed boundaries too many times before, but I should have acted sooner than this. I was complicit in their behavior through my silence. But no more.It was time to reclaim my house—and my marriage.That morning, after breakfast, I found myself standing in the doorway of the living room where Dora and Cassandra lounged on the

“I’ve been alone in that house, in this marriage, since the day we signed that contract. So why now, Kylo? Why are you suddenly acting like you care?”He cast his gaze downward and grimaced as if searching for words that should never be uttered. “But I do,” he finally spoke.His voice was rough. “I care too much about you. And that makes me terrified.”My eyes popped out as I gazed at him, and suddenly my heart began to throb painfully. I was speechless. Part of me wanted to trust him, to have him hug me and make me feel good by saying we would be fine in the future.Yet in equal measure, another side always wondered what happened to make him this way and why all of a sudden he seemed to care so much."I’m not sure if I can trust you," I murmured, tears brimming in my eyes “Not after everything.”Kylo’s face relaxed and he moved another step nearer and nearer to me. “I don’t expect you to trust me right from now,” he added softly.“But I am ready to show it to you I want a normal and

In his voice, there was no question, just an order that I had to obey.When we got out of the car, the coolness of night blew against my cheeks. Kylo held onto my hand and took me inside without uttering much.The moment we crossed the threshold, the air became different; it was heavier and had a certain feel in it that I could not comprehend but could sense deep inside me.There were no lights. Instead, we walked through the house’s shadows as each footstep brought us closer to our fate. While climbing upstairs together, my heart beat fast due to the silence that existed between us louder than any other human word.Finally when we got to the bedroom place Kylo stopped. He turned facing me with dark eyes filled with something indescribable and deep within him. Gasps escaped my lips when he lifted up his hands thus holding onto my face gently against himself notwithstanding the heat coming out of him.“Varya,” he said softly as if he was afraid to make a noise at all. His thumb ran acr

Weeks had passed since that night with Kylo. Stolen weeks, sneaky pecks, and much more love than I’d ever imagined from him.I could still feel his gentle hands on my skin, his soft lips on mine; he had become more attentive, more loving – as if trying to rewrite our story.He used to murmur a soft goodbye before leaving for work each morning and then every evening he would invariably draw me closer; sometimes wrapping his arms around my waist while we cooked together or showering kisses on my hair strands whenever we sat in front of television.His demeanor was uncanny, so unreal-like at times. I’d never seen this side of him before—the side that wanted to show the world that I was his.Even in the office, where we usually maintained a professional distance, he didn’t hesitate to show his affection. Sometimes, it was a lingering touch on my back as we walked through the hallway.At other moments, it was more overt—a peck on my cheek as we went by in the break room, or the way he woul

KYLO’S POVUntil now, I have never realized that silence could be extremely loud.Varya had been rather shy, but when I came back from a business trip, she was distant, as if she created an impenetrable barrier for herself. She smiled less. Spoke even less. And when she did speak her manner was confined, as if she did not want to expose herself or say too much. It was maddening.We had come so far—there had been moments when I felt that we were close to attaining something real. But now she was a stranger, and as distant as if she had shut herself up in a room beyond my access.I stood at the other side of the room and looked at her, her back turned towards me, she was gazing at the window. She was totally unaware of my presence, but all I could do was watch her.How her shoulders tensed, how she folded her hands in front of her, how her fingers incessantly twirled—she looked beyond uneasy. And it was my fault. I could not just sit idly and feel that I had let something slip off my ha