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My Kidney for His Hatred
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The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live. On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson. “Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?” James chuckled, but his eyes were misty. “The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.” “I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.” After the interview, he called. “Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?” I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh. “I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?” James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.” He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.
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My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 9
James tracked down my doctor and demanded to know the truth. At first, the doctor hesitated. But in the end, he couldn’t keep the secret any longer. He told James everything—about the kidney, about the sacrifice I made for him. And before James left, the doctor gave him one final message: “Take care of her. She doesn’t have much time left.” James lost it. He searched everywhere for me, tearing through South City, but I was already gone. Desperate, he bought back our old apartment, paying an absurd amount just to get it back. Everything inside was exactly the same—the furniture, the decorations, the traces of the life we once shared. Standing in the middle of it all, he finally understood just how much he had lost. The truth was, James had always known his health wasn’t great. That was why, no matter how many times I proposed, he always refused. We had lived like husband and wife—but we were never officially married. No wedding. No legal ties. I
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 8
I didn’t have the strength to keep guessing what they were thinking. My body was failing. I could die any day now. Susie helped me outside for a short walk near my home. The old, run-down park, the tiny restaurant that had been around for years, the dilapidated movie theater, the struggling flower shop with just one employee… Every corner of this city held memories of James. For the past eight years, I had spent everything I had trying to stay alive. The apartment we once bought together—our wedding home—had long been sold. But when the new owner put it up for rent, I rented it back. For eight years, I had clung to the past, living in the same space where James’ presence still lingered. But now, I was dying. There was no point holding on anymore. If I was going to die, I wanted to leave with nothing. So I left the city and returned to my childhood home in the countryside. I hadn’t touched the money James had given me. Instead, I handed it to my
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 7
The videos of me selling liquors and being forced to drink had gone viral. Someone had dug up all my personal information and posted it online. I was now labeled as the gold-digging ex, the woman who dumped her boyfriend to chase after rich men. Normally, scandals like this would fade. But James was too famous, and someone was clearly pushing the narrative, blowing everything out of proportion. The situation spiraled out of control. To the public, I was nothing more than a "bar girl," a "cheap escort." My inbox was flooded with messages—some from disgusting men offering to pay for a night with me, others from strangers hurling insults, calling me shameless, saying I had disgraced all women. Reporters camped outside my building, trying to get a statement. I ignored them all. But things only got worse. James’ so-called fans started showing up at my door. They threw rocks at my windows, smashing the glass. They slipped razor blades under my door, stuffe
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 6
“She’s in end-stage kidney failure,” Susie said, her voice trembling with anger. “She has less than two months left.” “And if she hadn’t given you a kidney back then, she wouldn’t be—” James’ pupils contracted sharply. “What?” Panicked, I clamped my hand over Susie’s mouth. “Stop. Don’t say another word. Don’t make things up—he won’t believe you.” But Susie was done. She tore my hand away, her fury exploding. “Amelia, how much longer are you going to hide it? “Does he really deserve your sacrifice? “He’s never cared about you. He stood by while others humiliated you, let them hurt you!” James’ face twisted—anger, confusion, something deeper. Finally, he said, “I’ll investigate this myself.” “I hope you can back up your claims.” I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Don’t bother. “It’s all fake. “You never believed me anyway.” James turned to his assistant. “Pull the hospital’s surveillance footage.” Lucy’s expression instantly changed. She
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 5
I nodded, my voice eerily calm.“James, your wish is about to come true.”The ambulance finally arrived.As the paramedics lifted me onto the stretcher, James shoved a check into my chest.“You’ve been putting on this act for so long—wasn’t it all for money?”“Well, you got what you wanted. Don’t bother paying back the fifty grand.”“And here—” He stuffed another check into my hands. “Twenty grand. Your payment for tonight’s entertainment.”“Keep it.”I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.But my voice was light, almost detached.“…Thanks.”James smirked, his mockery cutting deeper.“If you ever feel like working as a hostess again, come find me.”“I’ll introduce you to the right people.”I let out a soft, exhausted laugh.“Sure.”Then everything faded to black.When I woke up, Susie was at my bedside, her eyes swollen from crying.The doctor stood next to her, his face grim.“The situation has worsened. The alcohol put even more strain on yo
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 4
But James just gave a cold, indifferent smile. “Quit the act, Amelia Simmons.” “A few drinks won’t kill you.” “Didn’t you used to handle clients like a pro? You could drink anyone under the table.” He wasn’t wrong. Back then, I could drink. When James and I first graduated college and started our business together, I’d do whatever it took to land deals—including drinking with clients. Some were difficult, dragging me through all-night drinking sessions just to test my limits. I’d spend the next morning in the hospital getting my stomach pumped—only to go back out and do it all over again that night. I was strong then. My body could take it. And James… he hated seeing me like that. Whenever he could, he’d shield me, taking the drinks himself. For years, he loved me with everything he had. Not only did he fight beside me in business, but he also took care of me in every way. He never let me lift a finger at home—always handling everything himself.
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 3
A sharp pain shot up my wrist, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp. I struggled against her grip. “Let go of me!” Lucy suddenly grabbed my hand and shoved it hard against her body—then flung herself backward with a dramatic cry. She crashed to the floor, her forehead slamming against the corner of the table. Blood trickled down her face. James bolted forward, catching her in his arms. “Lucy! Are you okay? I’ll call a doctor.” He was already dialing his assistant. Lucy winced, playing up her injuries. But she put on a brave front. “It’s nothing… just a small cut. No need to make a fuss.” Then, as if on cue, she glanced at me. “Don’t blame Miss Simmons,” she added weakly. “She didn’t do it on purpose.” James turned toward me, his expression dark and furious. “Amelia! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I pressed a hand to my aching side and let out a bitter laugh. “If I told you I didn’t, if I said Lucy set me up, would you believe me?” His resp
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 2
How was I supposed to come up with fifty grand in such a short time? Just as I was drowning in frustration, my friend, Susie Williams, called. She knew I needed money and told me about a job selling liquor at a high-end club. I skipped dinner and rushed straight to the address she sent me. Only when I arrived did I realize—it was Rose Club, the most exclusive establishment in the city.A place where the rich and powerful gathered. The club sold luxury wines, some costing hundred grand per bottle. A single successful sale could earn me tens of thousands in commission. If the customers were generous, the service tips alone could be substantial. If things went well, I’d only need to sell a few bottles to clear my debt to James. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and stepped inside. The manager handed me a few bottles of premium liquor and sent me to Room 5 to make a sale. I knocked, pushed the door open—and froze. James Larson. He sat at the head of t
My Kidney for His Hatred Chapter 1
I decided to stop treatment—I couldn’t afford the crushing medical bills. As I was checking out of the hospital, my attending doctor rushed over. “Miss Simmons, you don’t have to leave. Someone covered your medical expenses.” Stunned, I quickly asked who. The doctor gestured toward the front desk. “Mr. Larson.” I looked up and saw James Larson standing there. The words slipped out automatically. “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.” I struggled to steady my emotions, my arms instinctively opening—just like every time we used to meet, reaching for a hug. But before I could take a step, a stunning woman appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Honey, who’s she?” I froze, awkwardly lowering my arms. James’ face twisted with disdain as he sneered, “This is my gold-digging ex, Amelia Simmons.” The woman gave me an artificial smile and held out her hand. “So you’re Miss Simmons? I hear James mention you all the time.” “Allow me to in
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Chapter 1
I decided to stop treatment—I couldn’t afford the crushing medical bills. As I was checking out of the hospital, my attending doctor rushed over. “Miss Simmons, you don’t have to leave. Someone covered your medical expenses.” Stunned, I quickly asked who. The doctor gestured toward the front desk. “Mr. Larson.” I looked up and saw James Larson standing there. The words slipped out automatically. “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.” I struggled to steady my emotions, my arms instinctively opening—just like every time we used to meet, reaching for a hug. But before I could take a step, a stunning woman appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Honey, who’s she?” I froze, awkwardly lowering my arms. James’ face twisted with disdain as he sneered, “This is my gold-digging ex, Amelia Simmons.” The woman gave me an artificial smile and held out her hand. “So you’re Miss Simmons? I hear James mention you all the time.” “Allow me to in...
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