All Chapters of When Love Turns the Knife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

At the far end of the hospital corridor, the doctor who had just coldly pronounced my infertility continued, his expression conflicted, "Madison still thinks she's pregnant. In truth, it's just an adverse reaction to the hormone-regulating medication I prescribed. "That's what's causing her constant vomiting."Winston Holt frowned slightly. "In that case, switch her to something with the mildest side effects. I don't want anything to happen to her health. Madeline may still need her in the future.""Aren't you afraid she'll hate you if she learns the truth?" the doctor asked, his voice tinged with pity. "She's always wanted to give you a child. She has no idea she'll never be a mother in this lifetime.""Madison can hate me if she wants. I can't stand watching Madeline suffer," Winston said impatiently. "As for what she thinks? She’s already Mrs. Holt. Isn't that enough?"…I stood frozen at the corner, my body trembling uncontrollably.So… that was how he saw it. My status as

My mother had prepared a full table of Madeline's favorite dishes to celebrate her pregnancy.Madeline covered her nose and complained that she had no appetite. Winston immediately suggested sending the caregiver who looked after me to cook for her instead.The corner of Madeline's lips curved upward as she pointed at me. "Don't bother. Madison doesn't look very happy. I wouldn't want you two arguing because of me."My mother shot me a sharp glare and snapped, "You're not pregnant, and you can handle yourself just fine. So, why can't you take care of yourself? You've always been a selfish brat, always complaining when I ask you to do anything."She had given birth to me only to use my umbilical cord blood to treat my sister. In her eyes, I was nothing more than a medical resource for Madeline. Therefore, what right did I have to defy her? None.I didn't want to argue. So, I set down my cutlery and went to the bedroom I used to have, hoping to calm down. Instead, I found it had bee

Winston seemed utterly unfazed by my cold words.He lifted my hand, pulled a ring from his pocket, and firmly slid it onto my ring finger. His voice was gentle, almost tender, as he spoke. "Silly girl. Why didn't you come to me if you were strapped for cash? Don't sell something this important ever again, okay?"I had to rein in my temper as I struggled to sit up in bed. I didn't even care that an IV needle was still in my other hand as I yanked off the ring he had forced onto me and hurled it away."Winston, I want a divorce. Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth? I want a divorce!"Blood slowly flowed back into the IV line on the back of my hand. In truth, pain like this no longer fazed me. My life had been filled with nothing but pain ever since I was born. It was just that this man before me had dealt the fatal blow.Now, everything hurt so badly that I felt like I was dying. Honestly, I've long begun to long for death.I ripped out the IV needle and stared a

I felt life itself lose all meaning now that I was trapped at Winston's side. I didn't even want to wake up anymore.In a way, my coma had become my most effective way of resisting his captivity.My consciousness drifted in and out, listening as he stood helpless before my unconscious form day after day. Sometimes, my eyelids would part to see him standing at the foot of my bed like a statue.His face grew more ashen and strained with each passing day. All he could do was rage at the doctors, demanding again and again to know when the transplant surgery could be done."We need some of the patient's key indicators to improve first," the doctor said cautiously. "It would be very risky to operate on her now. She might not even make it off the operating table."Winston flew into another furious outburst, forbidding anyone from mentioning words associated with death. It was as if making that word a taboo could keep me alive.Madeline, who had been standing nearby, listened with unconc