Farewell, Dear Fiancé Chapter 1

I am the fiancée of the successor of the Jackson Family.

While I was being raped and humiliated by the kidnappers, he was setting off millions of birthday fireworks for Susan.

The kidnappers asked him to pay money for my release. He smiled and said, "If you can really kill her, come to me for the reward."

I sighed in relief upon hearing this. At least my worthless life held some value to him.

Later, Susan needed a kidney transplant. He personally cut open the corpse and removed the kidney, instructing others to clean up the body.

He didn't know that the person on the operating table, whose kidney he had just removed, was his most hated fiancée.

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After I died, my body was lifted onto the operating table, exposing my lower back.

Various potions were injected into my veins to keep the corpse intact and the organs active.

The murderer, Louis, said smugly, "We can sell this woman for money after we've taken everything from her. That's great!"

And the one who bought all of me was none other than Matthew Jackson,

my fiancé and someone else's true love.

Upon hearing Matthew's name, they trembled with fear.

"Louis, this woman is Matthew's fiancée. If he finds out we kidnapped and killed her and then sold her to him, he'll..."

Louis laughed, "When we kidnapped her, Matthew refused to pay the 500,000 dollars ransom. Do you really think she matters to him?"

"In my opinion, this Nora is a joke!"

Everyone in the gang burst into laughter.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but agree.

He was right. I was a joke in the entire Empire City.

Even though Matthew and I had been childhood sweethearts and had promised to spend our lives together.

A helicopter roared outside.

It was Matthew, in a hurry to get a kidney for his terminally ill Susan.

Two rows of bodyguards opened the door, and Matthew walked in with his medical team.

Louis bowed and greeted him with feigned respect, "Mr. Jackson."

Matthew ignored him, heading straight for the dissecting table.

He reached out to the doctor next to him, "Give me the knife."

The doctors were surprised. Why would he do such a dirty job himself?

Matthew frowned and spoke in an irritated tone,

"Don't you hear me? Give me the knife. I want to do it myself."

His face was serious and solemn, "Susan deserves the best!"

Susan, the woman he kept outside, the one he held above all else.

To give her the best, he performed the surgery himself.

I knew he was a medical school graduate, but I never imagined he would be the one cutting me open.

The process was quick.

Matthew took the kidney and was eager to leave, but his doctor wanted to suture me.

Matthew stopped her, "She's useless now, why bother? Just dispose of her."

Louis nodded in agreement.

I looked at my broken and miserable body, suddenly feeling a chill.

My body just lay there, and if he turned me over, he would see a familiar face.

I longed to tell Matthew that I was so cold, but he couldn't hear me.

Before leaving, Matthew suddenly stopped.

He turned to Louis, "Your voice sounds familiar..."

Louis's face turned pale, and he forced a fake smile.

"Mr. Jackson, you must be joking. Someone like me isn't worthy of speaking to you."

Matthew didn't think much about it and left.

He was in a hurry to save Susan and had no time for trivial matters.

In fact, his instinct was not wrong. He had spoken to Louis.

Three days ago, when Louis kidnapped me, he asked Matthew for a ransom of 500,000 dollars.

Matthew had heard his voice.

So close, Matthew.

You were so close to realizing that the people who kidnapped me and sold my organs were the same;

so close to noticing that the corpse lying on the dissection table, ignored by everyone, was me.