Revenge of the Wife: Go to Hell, Evil Husband!

In the evening, I sat on the sofa drafting a divorce agreement and reaching out to a reliable lawyer.

If Evan still wanted to plot against me or refused to accept the terms of the divorce, I would have no choice but to go through the legal process and fight for my rights in court.

The house was empty; Evan was likely still at the hospital with his blind lover. He wouldn’t have time to come home.

At this point, I didn’t care anymore.

I had no interest in any man; all I cared about was how much money I could get from the divorce. Halfway through my work, I felt thirsty, so I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of beverage.

Little did I know, Evan had slipped sleeping pills into my drink to force me to donate my corneas.

After drinking the beverage, I felt a wave of dizziness and heaviness wash over me.

Just before I fainted, I noticed the front door being pushed open.

Evan seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time.

When he heard no movement from me, he rushed in with a few others, all carrying a stretcher. "Hurry, take her to the hospital! Chloe's surgery can’t wait!"

I struggled to keep my mind clear, realizing too late that I had walked into a trap.

My body felt paralyzed. Evan, who was originally a doctor, was accompanied by his colleagues from the hospital.

They quickly lifted me onto the stretcher and loaded me into the ambulance, racing toward the hospital.

Once I was wheeled into the operating room, someone nervously asked,

"Dr. Scott, do we really need to go ahead with the surgery? But... we can't proceed without the family's consent," he said.

Evan sneered, "I’m her husband; I’ll sign!"

The hospital was eerily quiet.

The silence was so profound that I could hear the sound of Evan’s pen swiftly signing papers.

I felt as if Evan’s voice was whispering in my ear, "Isabella, if you had agreed to me earlier, none of this would have happened. After all, you rely on me to support you at home. Whether or not you have these eyes doesn't really matter, but Chloe… Chloe is my life..."

His words struck me like a sharp knife.

Even though we had already decided to divorce, hearing that still made my heart ache.

He had actually drugged me and forcibly removed my cornea for Chloe!

“Dr. Scott, is the surgery starting now?”

“Yes,” Evan replied, putting on surgical gloves and preparing to wheel me into the operating room. Just then, a swarm of police officers suddenly emerged from hidden corners.

“Don’t move!” they shouted, weapons drawn and aimed at Evan and his colleagues.

Panic swept over Evan as he exchanged bewildered glances with his team.

“What’s going on... Why are the police here?”