All Chapters of I Am Dead To You Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For a moment Camila saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly dismissed.Tears streamed down Camila's face as she repeated, as though trying to jog his memory, "I gave you my kidney.""And you were paid for it!" Lawson spat. "Paid for it?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "You think my kidney was for sale? You think I would have given it to you if I didn't love you?""Stop being dramatic, Camila," Lawson said, his voice cold. "Our marriage was based on a clear understanding: I needed a kidney, and you needed financial stability. You can't claim ignorance now.""I thought I was your wife," Camila whispered. "I thought I was the person you loved. But I was just a means to an end, wasn't I? A way for you to get your health back?""If that's the way you see it then, so be it." Lawson replied, his words devoid of any remorse."You know I didn't sign up to be a broodmare or a kidney donor. I thought I was marrying a man who would love and respect me, not use me for his own c

Lawson's blood ran cold. The image of Camila's car crumpled on the highway flooded his mind. The nonchalant dismissal he'd felt moments ago towards the accident vanished, replaced by a sickening dread."Who found the car?" he barked at Madison, his voice tight with a sudden urgency he hadn't felt all day.He ignored Diane, who stood frozen in the doorway, her smug expression wiped clean by a flicker of curiosity.Madison, panic plastered on her face, nodded curtly. "One of your men, but who found the car isn't important right now. She must be at City General Hospital."Lawson didn't waste another second. He practically sprinted past Diane, who scrambled after him, her heels clicking frantically on the floor as she tried to keep up with the pace.The car ride to the hospital was a blur of tense silence. Lawson gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his mind replaying their argument, Camila's tear-stained face. Had his harsh words pushed her to this point? To be i

"Our marriage has been beneficial to both of us. You've had a comfortable life, and I've gotten what I needed." "You knew what you were getting into when you married me. You knew I needed a kidney, and you knew I would take care of you financially." "Where are you going?" "Take your hands off me!" Her voice cut through her foggy mind like a knife, and Camila's eyes fluttered open, but they were met with an inky blackness that seemed to swallow everything. She tried to lift her hands to touch her face, but there was this numbness she felt, as if it were wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. As she raised her hand, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her wince. She refused to back down and raised her hand, ignoring the pain as she reached for her face. Yet the feeling she expected didn't come. Instead, her fingers grazed against a thick layer of bandages, covering her face like a mask. Her face... why couldn't she feel her face? Panic set in as Camila's mind struggled to com

Camila stumbled slightly as she pushed through the crowded bar, the whiskey coursing through her veins. She wasn't drunk, not yet, but the liquor had taken the edge off, making her feel more relaxed, more carefree, like a bird free from its nest. She slipped her phone into her leather jacket, the screen glowing with the confirmation text from her driver. He'd be waiting outside, ready to take her wherever she wanted to go.As she stepped out into the cool night air, Camila felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The music and laughter of the bar faded into the background, replaced by the hum of the city. She still didn't know why she chose Australia but was glad she did.Taking a deep breath, she strolled to the car with her boots clacking chaotically and disorganized.As she turned a corner, she saw her driver waiting patiently by the car, a sleek black sedan that seemed to blend into the shadows. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of comfort, of security, knowing that she had

Camilla jerked out of her sleep, clutching to her chest as if she'd just been startled awake from a nightmare. Groggily, she reached out to her phone and noticed several messages flashing on the screen. Who else would it be? No one ordered her clinging brother. She leaned back, not ready to scroll through the tens of messages. She didn't have the mental strength to deal with it. She lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she sat up, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night's events came flooding back. Her little escapade at the bar, the stranger's harsh words. Speaking of the stranger, Ethan still hadn't gotten his name. He was so rude last night, trying to lecture her on drinking. How dare he? Did he have any idea what she was burying inside, what she wanted to let out? His words had struck a nerve, echoing the very same lectures she'd received from those who didn't understand her. Cole is number one. But what did they know about