Alle Kapitel von My Husband Wanted My Kidney And Not My Love: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Dian is alone in New York, sitting in a quiet apartment that feels heavier than usual. While drinking her whiskey, nothing around her has changed, but she feels different.She keeps looking at the money Tricia gave her, but she hasn’t touched it.It feels less like payment and more like proof of what she has done. Her phone keeps ringing with missed calls and messages, but she ignores most of them. Until a message popped up, it was a message from Tricia. Dian feels trapped after reading it. The message is not emotional. It is direct and controlling. It reminds her that she is still involved and cannot leave. It also warns her that if she tries to step away, she will be blamed for everything happening to Janice.Immediately she called Tricia, “Hello, Tricia.” “Uhm hmm,” Tricia replied at the other end of the call.“I would rather not continue anymore,” Dian said with a shaking voice. But Tricia shuts her down quickly: “The message is clear: you already agreed, and you cannot undo

Janice steps into the Lancaster signing with a different kind of presence than before.This is no longer a test of whether she belongs in the room. It is a confirmation that she already does.The acquisition process is formal, slow, and heavily documented, but she approaches it with complete focus.Every page matters, every clause matters, and every detail is treated like something that could later be used against her if ignored.The legal team presents the final contract, expecting a standard review before approval.Danvers appears confident at first, believing the deal is already secured and that nothing unusual will come up at this stage.But Janice reads differently. She moves line by line without rushing, noticing patterns in phrasing that suggest hidden advantage points embedded in the structure of the agreement.Her attention slows at one specific section that appears harmless on the surface but carries long-term financial and operational implications.She identifies a clause t

Janice’s POVThe photo still in my trembling hands.For several seconds.I could not move.I have faced betrayal.I have faced losing my marriage.I have faced watching the empire i helped build collapse.But nothing prepared me for this.Because this photograph is from the day that changed her forever.The day i was told i lost my child.Lucas notices the change in my expression.He slowly asks:“Janice… what is this?”I do not answer immediately.My eyes remain fixed on the picture.The hospital room.The gown she wore.The exhaustion on my face.The moment I became a mother.And then the memory that still haunts me.The doctors telling me:“Your baby didn’t survive.”Janice’s fingers tighten around the photograph.I finanlly broke silence.“I was told my child was dead.”Lucas becomes silent.Because he understands the weight of those words.I was already betrayed by the man I loved.Now someone is suggesting the one loss she never recovered from was also a lie.Lucas asks:“W

Janice’s POVThere was silence after the doors slam shut.I stood still for one second.Then another.Lucas moves immediately, checking the exit.Finding a way of excale for us.“It’s electronically locked,” he says sharply.“No manual override from inside.”I do not panic.I slowly turns toward the file cabinet.I muttered softly.“Whatever is happening outside the room… ““doesn’t matter as much as what is inside it.”“The truth is here.”Lucas observes me. He notices my focus.“Janice, we are not alone.”We are already hearing Footsteps echo in the hallway outside.Slow.Controlled.Deliberate.Whoever is coming is not rushing.That alone is more frightening than noise.The intercom crackles again.Catching our attention. A voice speaks calmly:“You should have left when you had the chance.”Lucas steps slightly in front of me overprotective.“Who are you?” he calls out.No answer.Only silence.Then:A soft metallic sound from the corridor.Like keys.Or tools.I whisper:“The

Janice’s POVThe sound of metal being forced open echoes through the archive corridor.Bang.Bang.Bang.Each hit sends dust falling from the ceiling.I was not move.Franco still holding my hand, but tightly.Lucas stands near the door, ready, alert, calculating our next escape routes.Evelyn remains disturbingly calm.I whispers:“They’re not here for information.”Lucas replies:“They’re here for him.”He looks at Franco.That realization shifts everything again.This is not about me anymore.This is about extraction.The door finally give in.It bursts open.Two armed men enter first.Not random.But Professional.They scan the room instantly.Lucas moves before i can react.He pushes one back into the hallway.A struggle breaks out immediately.I pulls Franco immediately behind me instinctively.Evelyn steps forward—not fighting—but blocking.“Stop!” she shouts.But no one listens.Another man enters.This time aiming toward Franco.I react without thinking.I instantly grabs a