Secrets Of My Mysterious Ex-wife

"Doctor, remove her kidney now. No need for anesthetic. Loraine, you caused Keely's kidney to rupture. You owe her this; you must compensate her with your own," the cold voice declared.

The harsh, clinical light of the operating room shone down unforgivingly.

Surgeons approached Loraine Torres, who lay helpless on the operating table, their scalpels poised.

Desperation gripped Loraine.

She closed her eyes, her mind replaying the prior evening's nightmare.

She had discovered that her husband, Marco Bryant, was in a hotel with his first love, Keely Haywood, recently returned from abroad.

Heartbroken yet resolute, Loraine decided to confront them.

Upon her entry, Keely, unprovoked, began to provoke Loraine and then wildly stabbed herself with a knife.

In the ensuing chaos, Loraine tried to intervene but was wounded, her arm bleeding profusely.

Overcome by fever and blood loss, Loraine eventually passed out.

Awakening from a coma, she found herself accused of causing Keely's injuries and coerced into donating her kidney as restitution.

What compounded her despair was Marco's blatant disregard, as he remained by Keely's side, indifferent to Loraine's plight.

The irony of her situation was not lost on Loraine.

She had once believed that boundless love would secure Marco's affection.

Now, she realized it had been a futile solo performance.

Reflecting on the disillusionment with Marco, her disappointment was complete.

She had sacrificed three years to a loveless marriage; was she now to sacrifice her kidney too?

"Mrs. Bryant, I'm sorry." The doctor's voice cut through, icy and detached. Jolted back to the harsh reality, Loraine clenched her fists, bracing herself.

Just as the needle of the anesthetic syringe neared her skin, Loraine's resolve ignited.

She wriggled free and lunged for a scalpel lying on a nearby tray.

"Stop her! Catch her!" the nurse shouted, rushing to retrieve the scalpel.

However, Loraine's gaze hardened, her desperation evident.

With a swift movement, she swung the scalpel, striking the nurse's arm.

"Ouch!"

A sharp cry pierced the room as blood stained the pristine sheets.

The wounded nurse backed away, grimacing in pain.

Holding the bloodied scalpel, Loraine scanned the room, her voice icy and resolute. "Touch me again, and I swear, we'll go down together. I have nothing left to lose."

Her wild actions froze the medical team in place, a chilling silence filling the room, punctuated only by the sterile beeps of machinery.

Eventually, the doctors instructed the nurses to unlock the operating room door.

The moment it swung open, Loraine bolted.

Outside, she immediately recognized a familiar figure- tall, with striking features, it was Marco! He was followed by a woman who resembled him, his sister Marina Bryant, the very person who had insisted Loraine compensate for Keely's injury.

Hope flickered in Loraine's eyes upon seeing Marco.

Perhaps he was unaware of the drastic measures being taken.

Perhaps he had come to rescue her.

Gathering her strength, she staggered toward him.

"Marco, they... they're trying to take my kidney!" Loraine's voice shook with urgency. "And I didn't harm Keely. She was..."

"Loraine, enough. Proceed with the surgery," Marco interrupted harshly, cutting her plea short.

These words struck Loraine like a thunderbolt, shattering the remnants of her hope.

The night before, she had seen Marco rush to Keely's side without a moment's hesitation before she passed out. She should have realized he didn't care about her.

With a pang of pain coursing through her, Loraine steadied herself and asked Marco, her voice trembling with heartache, "Did you also orchestrate the plan to take my kidney?"

Impatience flickered in Marco's eyes.

He neither confirmed nor denied her accusation. He didn't offer any explanation.

"Loraine, you owe Keely. Don't worry, I'll compensate you later," he said dismissively.

Hearing this, despair settled in Loraine's heart.

She took a deep breath, the ache in her chest intensifying, and said bitterly, "Marco, I want a divorce."

The word "divorce" clouded Marco's features.

He thought Loraine, usually so meek, was using divorce as an excuse to avoid her obligations.

Marina scoffed, "Even if you divorce, you're still responsible for the kidney. You can't escape that!"

She turned to the medical team behind Loraine and snapped, "Seize her and bring her to the operating room!"

As the nurses closed in, desperation gripped Loraine.

With a burst of resolve, she broke free from the nurses' grasp.

"No! I want to see for myself what's wrong with Keely's kidney!"

With that, she dashed toward Keely's ward, determined to uncover the truth.

Marco and the others hurried after her.

With a bang, Loraine slammed the ward door open.

Keely, upon seeing her, put on a show of terror, looking pitifully frail in her hospital bed.

As Marco moved to block Loraine, he yelled, "Loraine, get on your knees and apologize to Keely!"