Anastasia looked up, meeting his gaze directly, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Or else what?"
Christians eyes turned cold, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Ive told you, I dont mind having a deceased wife."
A chill ran through Anastasias heart, and she couldnt help but shiver. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Christian stared at her coldly, clearly indicating that if she didnt sign, he would make her life unbearable.
Anastasia, with tears in her eyes, looked at the document in front of her, which read "Divorce Agreement" in bold letters. She felt an indescribable sense of grievance welling up inside her, and tears dropped onto the white paper, leaving faint traces.
"Sign it, dont waste my time," Christian said, with one hand in his pocket, his tone indifferent.
Christian was determined to divorce her, disregarding any past affection, and was set on ending their marriage.
She had given so much over the two years, yet it hadnt been enough to earn even a fraction of Christians affection.
With a trembling hand, Anastasia picked up the pen and signed her name on the document, next to Christians. Her handwriting was crooked and shaky, highlighting the absurdity of their marriage, which had been a joke from the beginning.
Christian snatched the document away, his sharp eyes fixed on her, "Whatever you want, be it money or anything else, discuss it with my lawyer. I will fulfill your conditions to the best of my ability."
He finished speaking and was about to leave.
Anastasia hung her head, her voice muffled as she questioned him, "Christian, why are you treating me this way? Why are you so heartless towards me?"
If he had given her no hope from the start, she wouldnt be as desperate as she was now.
"A kidney for two years of marriage, that was your choice," Christian paused in his tracks, his gaze flickering slightly, his voice cold.
Her heart ached as if it were being torn apart by countless hands, the pain so intense it was hard for her to stand.
Christians lips pressed into a thin line, almost disappearing, as he spoke slowly, "The fault lies in your feelings for me. Love is a treacherous path, and whoever falls in love first is destined to lose."
Anastasias tears still clung to her eyelashes, staring at Christian, her voice bitter yet defiant, "If I could do it all over again, I would never fall in love with you, I swear I wouldnt!"
Christians eyes flickered, his voice cold, "There are no second chances."
"Christian, youve wronged me, you owe me, even if I let you go, God wont spare you!" Anastasia shouted at Christians retreating back, her voice hoarse with emotion.
But Christian had already left the ward, leaving only the echo of her words behind.
Anastasia wept uncontrollably, thinking of how she had once dreamed of having children with Christian, of traveling the world together, of...
Now it all seemed so laughable.
Everything had been her wishful thinking. The man who slept beside her every night didnt want to spend romantic moments with her; he was only calculating how to kick her out of his life.
She had been so foolish, naive enough to be deceived by Christian into giving up a kidney and willingly so...
Anastasias body was actually healed, but she hadnt left the hospital because she knew that once she did, she would have to divorce Christian.
The thought of moving out of the home she had lived in for two years after the divorce caused her heart to ache.
One afternoon, Christian came over. He was still dressed in a sharp suit, as handsome as when they first met, but his eyes lacked the softness they once had and were now filled with a stern severity.
"Tomorrow, at the civil affairs bureau," Christian said, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.
Anastasias body stiffened as if she were a death row inmate receiving a final verdict.
She clenched her fingers, feeling icy cold, her palms damp with sweat.
"Okay," she raised her head, composed her expression, and softly agreed.
Christian narrowed his eyes, glanced at her meaningfully, then got up and left the ward.
Watching Christians retreating figure, Anastasia collapsed onto the hospital bed, as if all her strength had been drained in an instant.
The next morning, Christian sent someone to pick her up. Isabelle was snuggled up to Christian, clearly acting as the hostess.
Anastasia felt a sharp pain in her heart, and tears almost escaped her eyes.
She didnt expect Isabelle to accompany them to the civil affairs bureau to handle the divorce proceedings.
She clenched her fingers, forcing herself to stay strong as she completed the formalities.
But when she received the divorce certificate, tears still streamed down her face. Anastasia didnt want to embarrass herself in front of Christian, hastily wiped away her tears, and walked out quickly.
Exiting the civil affairs bureau, the outside was bright with sunshine, but it couldnt penetrate Anastasias heart, full of holes and darkness.
Christian glanced at her, his voice indifferent, "Your conditions."
Anastasia, wrapped in a thick coat, still felt cold, her face pale as snow, her hollow gaze fixed on Isabelle, who was nestled against Christian. In a hoarse voice, she said, "I want her to return my kidney to me."
In this two-year marriage, she had lost her heart, her kidney, and even him.
If there was to be any compensation, it should be for everything she had lost...
Christians face darkened immediately, and his broad hand clamped down on Anastasias slender neck.
Anastasia was startled by his sudden action, her neck under Christians palm, seeming as if it could be snapped at any moment.
His gaze was sinister, as if he truly intended to strangle her!
"Anastasia, youre looking for trouble!" Christians throat bobbed as his grip tightened, his eyes shooting out a dangerous glint.
Anastasia forced a smile, speaking with difficulty, "You said you would fulfill any condition I set."
Christian frowned, snorted coldly, and flung her away, his voice indifferent, "Not this one."
Anastasias body swayed, and she fell to the ground, her face flushed, clutching her chest and gasping violently.
Once her breathing stabilized, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Return the land my parents left me."
During her two-year marriage to Christian, she could give up anything, but not that piece of land.
When she married Christian, her parents disagreed. They were just an ordinary family, while Christian was a well-known young master of a group in Linjiang.
They worried that she would be wronged if she married into his family, so they left her the only piece of land they had.
At that time, she was deeply in love with Christian, and they shared everything. She changed the name on that land to Christian.
Last year, a fire broke out at her home, and her parents died in the blaze, leaving behind only two charred bodies and nothing else.
The fire took everything from her, not even leaving her a memento.
The only thing left was that piece of land, a legacy from her parents.