My Family Regretted After Donating My Liver to the Fake Alphas Daughter

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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On my birthday, my husband, Colton Thomas, told me to take a trip to a top tourist destination with me.

Just as we were about to board the plane, he suddenly received a call. Then he said, "Sorry, honey, but my mom has suddenly been sent to the ICU. I have to rush back."

In a rush, he got off the plane, leaving me to fulfill the promise we made to each other ten years ago.

I slowly stood up and said to the flight attendant, "I'm not flying."

Watching his eager departure, I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

I was genuinely curious to see how my supposedly deceased mother-in-law could have come back to life.

I was shocked after following Colton to a villa I had never visited.

At that moment, the villa was brightly lit, and the entire house was decorated in a warm pink. The courtyard was filled with my favorite flowers.

Digital fireworks hung on either side of the main gate, clearly waiting for someone to set them off.

It was my thirty-second birthday that day.

Just this morning, Colton held me and said, "Honey, I promise to give you a surprise for your birthday this year."

Looking at the scene in front of me now, I was suddenly amused.

Was Colton planning a birthday surprise for me?

He secretly bought a villa, decorated it, and set it up. Then he waited for me to come back in a huff for a huge surprise?

Even though we had been married for so many years, he was still romantic.

Thinking back, I remembered that Colton did mention investing in real estate last week. He told me that he had his eye on a villa in Silverport, with a reasonable price and a good location.

At the time, I was dealing with a company acquisition, and funds were tight, so I didn't approve it immediately.

But I distinctly remember saying, "I'll transfer the money to you once the project funds come in this month."

He had kissed my forehead and said, "You're the best, honey."

I took out my phone and called my assistant. "Ricky, withdraw eight million dollars in cash from my personal account and deliver it to Villa No. 8 in Silverport."

"Right now, Ms. Murphy?" Ricky asked, a bit surprised.

"Yes. Now."

I looked at the warmly lit house and couldn't suppress a smile at the corners of my mouth. "My husband has prepared a surprise for me, and I also need to surprise him with a gift."

After hanging up, as I was about to get out of the car, a flashy red Ferrari sped up and stopped in front of the villa.

The car door was opened upward, revealing a pair of long, slender legs.

I froze.

It was Kenzie Shaw.

She was the new intern at Colton's company, and her father was the cleaner I hired who worked at my house.

Her family wasn't well-off, and she had barely managed to complete her education with my sponsorship.

Yet here she was, wearing a dress that cost more than her entire four years of college tuition. She coquettishly asked those inside to open the door.

The villa door opened.

Colton stepped out. He was also well dressed, and his clothes were even more formal than those on our wedding day.

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