Two years ago, Isabelle was diagnosed with renal failure and urgently needed a matching kidney, and Anastasia was the most suitable match. Christian knew of Anastasias feelings for him and approached her immediately. Anastasia was so in love with Christian that she would do anything to marry him, disregarding the opposition from her family and friends.
Her wedding was as simple as could be, with only her parents, close friends, and Christians grandmother present. After a brief ceremony, she was wheeled into surgery to fulfill her promise and transplant a kidney to Isabelle. In the month following the surgery, Christian did not show up. Only her parents stayed with her in the hospital, telling her she was foolish and not taking care of herself. But she disagreed; for the person she loved, even making sacrifices was worthwhile. As long as she could marry Christian, she would smile even in her sleep.
After their marriage, Christian treated her with respect and distance, lacking the intimacy and familiarity of a husband and wife. She thought it was because Christian was naturally cold and indifferent to human emotions. She was willing to use her sincere heart to melt his cold heart. She thought her life with Christian would continue like this, but everything was just a dream.
When Isabelle returned, Christian ruthlessly wanted to kick Anastasia out. The most tragic part was that Anastasia didnt even have the qualification to be a substitute for Isabelle.
"Why did you have to come back? Since you had already left, why did you have to come back?" Anastasias last thread of restraint finally snapped, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Isabelle, demanding an explanation.
In contrast to Anastasias hysteria, Isabelle let out a soft laugh. "Anastasia, if it werent for Christian worrying about my health, do you think he would have waited until now to mention divorce? Now that my body has recovered, you are of no use to me, and Christian sees no need to continue playing with you."
Her cool words sent Anastasia plummeting into hell. Anastasia stared at Isabelle with lifeless eyes, her heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped by countless hands, making it hard for her to breathe.
It turned out that Christians marriage to her was just a game, but she...
Anastasia lowered her head, tears dropping onto the back of her hands, scalding hot as if about to burn her skin.
Two years! She thought Christian would have some feelings for her, but she didnt know he had never been moved by her.
How pitiful!
"Sign it," Isabelle urged, seeing Anastasia weeping quietly, her impatience evident.
Anastasia bit her lip, her shoulders heaving with sobs, and upon hearing Isabelles words, she stopped moving.
Isabelle looked at Anastasias expression and said thoughtfully, "Anastasia, dragging this out will only make things more embarrassing for you. Dont you want Christian to release the evidence of your infidelity during marriage? Is that what it will take for you to divorce?"
Her smile was as gentle as a cat that had stolen cream, yet her words were as cold and threatening as poison.
Anastasias tears halted abruptly, and she stared at her in shock!
The coldness that Anastasia felt was because Isabelle knew about the evidence of her infidelity that Christian had taken, or perhaps it was because it was Christians idea...
Isabelle frowned, her red nails tapping on the document as she urged impatiently, "Sign it quickly. I dont have time to waste here with you."
Anastasia slowly wiped her tears, raised her head, and looked at her with red eyes, "Ill divorce him, but I want to see Christian."
Isabelle frowned, threw the document aside, and said, "Alright, its best for Christian to clarify things with you himself."
After saying that, she turned and left. At the door, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked back at Anastasia with her eyes twinkling and said with a smile, "The babys not there anymore, right? Christian was quite troubled when he heard about your pregnancy, worried that you would refuse to have an abortion. Now its settled, Christian doesnt have to worry about forcing you to have an abortion."
Anastasias pupils dilated, and she stared blankly at Isabelle.
Isabelles words were like a sharp knife, stabbing painfully at Anastasias heart.
Her heart was already full of holes, but hearing this still hurt.
Anastasia had been planning to tell Christian about her pregnancy on their wedding anniversary, but it turned out that Christian had known about it already.
What was joyous news to her had become a burden to him.
She hugged her knees, crying her heart out, wishing she could cry all the tears of her life at once.
Christian came to the ward that night. Anastasia was about to rest when she saw Christian standing at the door.
He was wearing a black coat, his short hair neatly arranged, standing at the door like a sculpture.
Upon seeing him, Anastasias eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she sat up, staring at him.
Christian strode towards her, handed her the folder, and said indifferently, "You can ask for any conditions you want. Since you gave a kidney to Isabelle, I will try my best to meet your demands."
Anastasia stared at him, choking with emotion, and asked, "You said you would try your best to meet my demands just because I gave her a kidney. In the two years weve been married, did I not have a place in your heart at all?"
Christians eyebrows furrowed slightly, his handsome face clouded, and he spoke coldly, "Anastasia, I think you should understand that if you hadnt given a kidney to Isabelle, I would never have married you."
Anastasia bit her lip so hard she wished it would break.
Christian never knew how hurtful his words could be.
At that moment, she wished she was deaf, unable to hear the words that chilled her heart.
Anastasia looked at Christian with tears streaming down her face, unable to say a word.
Christian frowned, speaking impatiently, "Isabelle has made it clear what should be said and what shouldnt. Sign the agreement, and from then on, do not disturb my life, or else..."