I’d Rather Not Have a Fake Love
On the day of my daughter’s dance competition, a madman suddenly charged at her with an iron rod.
To protect her, I took dozens of hits, and my arm was brutally broken.
My husband, William Zafron, caught the madman on the spot and rushed us to his private hospital.
In the hospital room, I woke up from the pain and tried to call for William.
Then I overheard the doctor asking him, “Weren’t we just replacing the knee joint? Why did you hurt Ms. Nina and kill Ella?”
“Nina only has a broken arm and some wounds. Her injuries aren’t fatal.”
William replied, “Ella’s purpose was to be an organ carrier for Sophia’s daughter. Now that she has fulfilled her role, there’s no need for her to live.
“After all... Sophia’s daughter is my own child.”
That was when I realized that my daughter was just an organ carrier to him.
What he did not know was that Sophia’s daughter was not even his.