My Husband Hates Me

Dorothy was a light sleeper. Thus, she was awakened by the loud sound of the door opening. Once she opened her eyes, she saw Credence standing beside the bed. The soft light emitting from the bedside lamp shone on the top of his head, making him look unreal.

Against the light, she could not see his face clearly. But somehow, she felt an inexplicable fear.

She flinched and moved to the corner of the bed, trying to keep calm. However, her trembling lips betrayed her. "Credence, why... why are you here at this hour? Is there anything?"

"Of course there is," he replied indifferently.

Suddenly, the light was turned on.

The orange light enveloped the entire ward.

It was soft and intoxicating, but it could not soften Credence's cold heart.

Standing by the bed, he looked down at her condescendingly. "You've stabbed on one of Rosalie's kidneys. So you must give her yours. Get up and follow me to the operating room. Right now!!" "Why should I give my kidney to her?"

Dorothy was stunned. "I don't care if you believe it or not, but I swear I didn't harm her. She did it to herself. Also, do you know what it means to take away one of my kidneys? I am pregnant. If you insist on removing my kidney, I will probably die on the operating table..." She shot him an incredulous look.

"Credence, I can't believe that you're willing to put my life and the baby's life at stake just because you don't love me!"

Feeling upset, tears began to well up in her eyes.

Credence paid no attention to Dorothy's accusations. He grabbed her arms, pulled her up from the hospital bed, and dragged her out.

As he walked out, he uttered, "It's only right that you pay for your sins!"

Needless to say, Credence was much stronger than Dorothy.

Without much effort, Dorothy was brutally pushed into the operating room. He gave her no chance to refuse.

"No! You can't do this to me!"

Dorothy's voice was hoarse from all the shouting. She grabbed hold of Credence's arm to prevent him from leaving, only to be shook off by him coldly.

Credence stood still at the door of the operating theater. His eyes were filled with tenderness as she looked at Rosalie, who was lying lifelessly on the operating table.

A few seconds later, he turned to

face Dorothy, who was ablaze with anger. He restored his cold expression and told the doctor "She's already here. Start the operation right away!"

After that, the door was closed.

In the end, a few doctors tied Dorothy up to another empty operating table. She was just like a lamb to the slaughter, unable to resist.

The doctors proceeded to perform

their duties, they put on their

transparent white gloves and took all kinds of sharp instruments out of the toolbox, which was then

immersed in a brown liquid to be disinfected.

Dorothy panicked. She pleaded, "No! I'm begging you, please don't hurt my child."

However, the doctors turned a deaf ear to her pleading.

"It's no use begging them. Everyone here listens to me."

"If I want you to live, then you can live. But if I want you to die, you must die!"

A familiar and ear-piercing voice rang in Dorothy's ears. She could not help but shudder. The next moment, she saw Rosalie walking toward the operating table. Dorothy widened her eyes in shock as if she had just seen a ghost. "Rosalie... Don't you have a ruptured kidney? Aren't you in urgent need of a kidney transplant?"

Rosalie looked perfectly fine, as if nothing had happened to her.