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Chapter 8
“Enough!” Marco’s voice thundered in the room. He was done listening to excuses. “You wanted to teach her a lesson by making her give up a kidney? Keely, I’ve been far too lenient with you!”
Keely’s tears began to flow, and she trembled in fear. She could feel the gravity of her situation slipping further out of her control.
“Marco, I was wrong! Please, I was just so scared. After Jorge died, I had no one left. I was sick, and I was terrified you’d leave me once you married her. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
Seeing her break down, Marco’s resolve faltered. His expression softened for a moment, the weight of his past promise clouding his judgment.
“I promised Jorge I’d take care of you, and I’ll keep my word,” Marco said with a sigh, rubbing his temples as though the burden of the situation was getting heavier by the minute.
Keely exhaled in relief, but Marco’s next words hit like ice water.
“But Loraine is legally my wife. Don’t you dare try to pull anything on her again. I hope this is the last of it.”
Keely froze. Her wide eyes filled with disbelief. “Marco, how can someone like Loraine, a poor country girl, possibly deserve to be your wife? Haven’t you been embarrassed enough by her these past three years? Do you really want to spend your life with her? She’s so greedy, she even wants a divorce…”
“I don’t want to hear about my marriage from you,” Marco cut her off sharply, his voice like steel.
Keely flinched at his tone, immediately regretting her words. Marco’s forbidding expression made her recoil in fear, and she instantly quieted, not daring to speak further.
“Now,” Marco continued, his voice lowering to a more controlled, yet still firm tone, “you need to rest and think about what you’ve done.”
Without another glance at her, Marco turned and exited the ward, his heart heavy. His thoughts were a tangled mess as he walked down the corridor. He couldn’t shake off the sting of Loraine’s words earlier. Divorce. The word lingered in his mind, echoing in the silence of the hospital.
Marco hadn’t expected Loraine to bring up divorce. He had never once considered it. In his eyes, their marriage had always been a business arrangement, a necessity. He needed a wife, and Loraine—poor, vulnerable, and obedient—had been the perfect choice. There had never been love between them, and Marco had been fine with that.
Loraine had never fought back, never caused him trouble. She had stayed quiet, and that suited him just fine. She was the perfect image of a wife, or so he had thought.
But now, with her mentioning divorce, things were changing. Marco had no intentions of losing his carefully constructed life. If Keely was the reason Loraine wanted out, he would explain things clearly to her. He would compensate her, calm her down, and put everything back into order.
Waving over one of his subordinates, Marco ordered, “Bring my wife back. Don’t let anything happen to her. And also, transfer five million into her account.”
His subordinate hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look on his face.
Marco narrowed his eyes, his patience thinning. “What’s the problem?”
The subordinate quickly shook his head. “Nothing, sir. I’ll take care of it right away.”
Marco gave a stiff nod, turning on his heel and striding off. His mind was still clouded, a storm of conflicting emotions threatening to break through.
