My Husband Is Not A Protector, But A Destroyer Of My Life

My heart broke as l watched their disgusting actions. I froze in my hiding place. "Dylan, when are we getting married? I've been waiting five years," Alexa said, breaking the kiss. Five years! All that time they'd been having an affair, and I only found out about it now. "I hope you wait a little longer, Alexa. After Gisella's gone, we'll get married," Dylan replied, smiling. My chest was tight. They were waiting for me to die. "Why do we have to wait, Dylan?" Alexa Asked sullenly. "Trust me, it's for us. I can't just get a divorce, there's an agreement that binds me," Dylan replied. I vividly remember the letter and Dylan's promise not to cheat on me with another woman, and if he broke it, then all his property became mine. "Okay, but why did you marry her in the first place?" Alexa said with a frown. "Because of her mother's debt. I married her in order to use her signature to sell her mother's organs. Besides, who wants to marry a poor girl?" Chuckled Dylan,. It felt like a hard blow to my heart when I realized he had only used me. "No wonder you always treat her as a maid," Alexa replied. My marriage turned out to be a shadow of its former self. I thought Dylan was improving my life. In fact, he destroyed me. Before Dylan realized where I was, I was back in my hospital room. I cried, but my tears stopped when the door opened roughly. My mother in-laws came in with a glare and slapped me. "Damn woman! Why is my son's kidney damaged? What have you been cooking all this time?" She snapped while grabbing my hair,she said. "I don't know, ma'am, don't blame me," I replied irritably, remembering Dylan's lies about his kidney condition. "You germ! Don't bring your poor habits to this family!" My mother-in-law snapped. My chest rose and fell with anger. "I donated my kidney," I said, my voice shaking. "You're not sincere?" She pushed me off the gurney. I screamed as blood seeped through my clothes. It looked like my surgical wound had been cut. "Mom, please call a doctor for me!" I begged while holding my stomach. She looked at me coldly. "So weak," she said and left me. Tears streamed down my face as I watched my mother-in-law leave. My stomach hurt more and more, the blood kept flowing. My vision blurred, then everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, Dylan was beside me. He took my hand and pulled me. "How are you, Gisella?" he asked falsely. "I'm fine," I said, looking at him flatly. I knew he was enjoying my pain. "What happened? Why did you get that wound?" Dylan asked,. I was silent for a moment, looking at Alexa. And my gaze drifted to my mother-in-law. "Your mom made me this way," I replied irritably. "That's not true, Dylan. I called the doctor for her!" My mother-in-law denied it. Dylan nodded, believing her. "She's lying, Dylan! She pushed me!" I said in a snapping voice. But I was surprised when Dylan slapped my cheek. My eyes began to glaze over at him. "She's my mom. I trust her more than you! Don't just because you donated a kidney think you have the right to do anything!" Dylan said, causing me to pause. I held my breath. His heart was as hard as stone. "Before accusing me, you should remember who you are. Without my son, you are nothing! You could be a bum or maybe a prostitute," my mother-in-law snapped and walked away from me. "I'm disappointed in you, Gisella!" said Dylan, giving me a disgusted look. I saw the red marks on Alexa's neck, and my breath caught. Then, he grabbed Alexa's hand and left. I gripped the sheets, holding back the pain in my body and heart. "Just wait , Dylan. Wait, Alexa. Do you really think I've lost? No, I will to make you kneel before me!" I muttered as I watched them leave.

It had been two days since Dylan last visited me, no word and no message. Only loneliness kept me company. This hospital room felt increasingly cramped, as if it were swallowing me alive. I missed his embrace and his voice. As I cried silently, the nurse came in with surprising news. "You can go home," she said. I was stunned. "Why? Isn't my condition getting worse?" I asked. "It's your husband's order," she replied hesitantly. With a heart full of questions, I went home. However, at home, another surprise awaited me. Alexa, the woman, stood in the living room with a sweet smile. "Why are you here, Alexa?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "I'm working with Mr. Dylan," Alexa replied, smiling confidently. Just then, Dylan appeared."Yes, l was at work. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up. My infection is getting worse," he said quietly. I tried to contain my anger. "Then how are you?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious. "I'm fine," he said as usual. As if everything was fine. As if I never existed. Then, he uttered the words that crushed me. "From now on, Alexa will take care of you." "No need, Dylan. I can take care of myself," I refused. However, Dylan snapped at me. "You refuse my orders? You need to wake up, Gisella. You're already weak and can't do anything else!" My hands were shaking. My eyes were hot. "Dylan, I became weak because I gave you my kidney," my voice was almost inaudible. Dylan chuckled sarcastically. "Why are you bringing it up? Forgot the favor I did for your family?" I swallowed my bitterness. I hadn't forgotten. But did he forget that I gave him a piece of my life? "I remember your help, so you should remember mine," I said irritably. "Sorry to interrupt, can any of you take me to the bathroom?" Alexa said suddenly. Dylan immediately turned his head. "I'll walk you." Without hesitation, without turning to me. He walked away. I froze, suspicion burning in my chest. I followed them. At that moment, I realized that something was even more painful than losing my kidney—losing my husband, who was still alive right in front of me. The two of them walked into the bathroom together, and the voice rang out. "Dylan, don't be so hasty!" said Alexa. "I've been looking forward to today, honey," Dylan replied. "Don't you ever get it from Gisella?" asked Alexa. "She's boring, her body isn't as beautiful as yours," replied Dylan. I gripped my clothes tightly, my mind wondering what they were doing inside. I climbed onto the chair, my hands shaking as I held my cell phone. I recorded everything from the small vent above the door. My world had collapsed watching their warm warfare. "What an asshole! I'm going to destroy us, Dylan!" I muttered. When I was done, I backed away. Then he walked away. In my room, I cried my eyes out. I had lost everything. However, before my grief could subside, the door opened roughly. My mother-in-law stood there, her face full of anger. "Bitch, so it turns out you're really barren?" My mother-in-law sneered. I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" She threw a scrap of paper in my face. I picked it up with trembling hands. "Patient diagnosed with permanent sterility." My body stiffened as I read it. I looked up. "It's not mine!" But my mother-in-law had already grabbed my hair. "Don't lie! In this house only you check your uterus!" I winced in pain with every pull of my mother-in-law on my hair. "I'm telling the truth, ma'am, that paper is not mine. And what's the proof that it's mine? Does it have my name on it?" I replied, trying to fight back. But a hard slap landed on my cheek. "Son-in-law doesn't know himself. I'm going to tell Dylan that you lied to him!" Said my mother-in-law. Suddenly, I was surprised when my mother tied my wrists with rope. "Mom, what are you doing?" my voice trembled. She dragged me out of the room like an animal. I struggled and cried. "Mom, please let me go!" But I knew that no one would help me.

My mother-in-law finally stopped pulling me. My body already felt weak, and my face had probably turned pale. "Hurry up and tell my son the truth about your womb!" My mother-in-law demanded, pressing het against my mouth. "I Won't! That piece of paper isn't mine!" I protested. "Mom, what's going on? Why are you dragging Gisella like this?" asked Dylan, looking confused. My mother-in-law gave the torn paper to my husband. Dylan's surprised face scared me. "You fool! So you've been barren all this time? You lied to m!" Dylan spat, slapping my right cheek. "I'm not barren, I'm healthy. Don't you accompany me every month for checkups? I wouldn't lie about something that important, Dylan," I replied. "Enough, Dylan! If you stay with Gisella, you’ll never have kids anyway. You might as well marry Alexa. Gisella will die soon anyway," my mother-in-law sneered, making my heart pound. "Mom, watch your mouth!" I snapped. Dylan shot me a cold glare before grabbing my hair and dragging me to the barn. I tried to rebel when Dylan wanted to tie my legs together. But I was defeated, I couldn't do anything. "Dylan, please let me go!" I begged, hugging his legs. But Dylan kicked me in the face instead. I winced in pain as both my eyes were hit by Dylan's kicks. "Feel it, this is your punishment!" Dylan said and left me. I cried, feeling the pain in my eyes. Dylan had been ignorant, but he had never been rude to me. But now everything had changed. In this house no one treats me like a human being. My body couldn't take it anymore. My throat was thirsty because I had been screaming for help. Until at night the cellar door finally opened. Alexa came and stood smiling while carrying food for me. "Alexa, please help let me go!" I cried and begged. But Alexa only laughed. She grabbed my hair and yanked it back. "I’ll let you go... but first, you have to kiss my feet," she chuckled. "You're crazy! I'm not willing to go that low. I'd rather die here!" I yelled, but Alexa stuffed my mouth with the food she brought. "How does this stale food taste? This food is perfect for trash like you. You have to finish it, Gisella!" Alexa said, startling me. I rebelled and refused the food. Eventually, all the food spilled out. I felt nauseous looking at the scattered food. I suddenly threw up and hit Alexa's clothes. "Gisella, did you do it on purpose?" asked Alexa irritably, pulling on my collar. I shook my head, but I was surprised when Alexa pulled my face to smell the vomit. "Taste that disgusting stuff!" said Alexa. I cried after getting her treatment. However, I was surprised again when Alexa splashed hot water on my face. "No need to be sad anymore, I helped clean it up," Alexa replied with a chuckle. Before she left me, Alexa stepped on my shackled foot. I screamed, my bones cracking. "Dylan and I are getting engaged tomorrow, as a good fiancé, I ask your permission," Alexa said. "Why my husband? Why are you doing all this to me?" I asked tearfully. Alexa came closer, looking at me sharply. "Because I want to ruin your life. Like your mother ruined mine." "What do you mean?" I asked, but he just smiled and walked away, leaving me in confusion. I couldn't stay still. Despite my weakness, I had to act. With a broken plate, I cut the rope in my hand. Then, I crawled to the saw that was lying nearby. I gritted my teeth, sawing through the restraints on my legs until I was finally free. Just as I was about to escape through the window, a pile of documents suddenly tumbled onto me. I blinked, my eyes landing on one particular sheet. "This is Dylan's agreement with me," I said. A satisfied smile appeared on my lips. With this document, it was Dylan who would be destroyed!

However, I found something far more horrifying—the letter selling my and my mother's kidneys. My hands shook as I read the contents of the letter. My chest tightened even more when I found the lab results from the hospital. My husband's new lie was exposed. "Dylan, you were so good at acting. That piece of paper is yours. So, it's not me who's infertile, it's you!" I squeezed the paper tightly, anger and disappointment mixed together. I couldn't stay still. With all my might, I escaped through the warehouse window, clutching tightly all the evidence of Dylan's crimes. "I have to hand these documents over to the police. I also need a lawyer," I muttered hurriedly, running in the darkness of the night. However, my steps halted. My heart skipped a beat as the car's headlights shone on my body. Within seconds, my body was flung into the air, before finally hitting the asphalt hard. I lay limp, my vision beginning to blur. A male figure walked over, his steps calm, full of satisfaction. "You think you can report me, Gisella?" the voice sounded familiar, accompanied by a cold, ear-piercing laugh. I tried to open my eyes, even though the pain all over my body made it difficult to move. "Dylan, it was you who hit me," my voice was weak, but my anger was still burning. I clutched the document in my hand, the only evidence of his crime. However, Dylan easily snatched it away. His hands pressed against the wounds on my body, causing me even more pain. "I'll be the first to offer my condolences on your death," he whispered hatefully. My tears fell. Not because of this wound, but because of the cruelty of the man I once loved. Dylan left, leaving me in a dying state. "It seems my destiny is near," I whispered softly. This chest felt so tight. "God, if I'm reborn, please give me a chance to live with happiness." Slowly, everything became dark. *** I woke up with a gasp. My vision was blurry, but I could feel that my body was full of medical instruments. Pain radiated throughout my body. I tried to move my fingers, making sure I was still alive. A voice sounded, chuckling slightly. "You finally came to your senses after two months in critical condition." I turned my head weakly. "Two months?" I asked, almost in disbelief. The man nodded. "Yes, two months ago I found you lying on the road. I took you to the hospital, but the equipment there wasn't enough to save you. So, I brought you to Sydney. I have acquaintances here." I stared at him, still having trouble digesting reality. "Sydney?" I said softly. All the memories suddenly came back. Two months ago, I almost died because of some asshole named Dylan. "Where's my cell phone?" I asked suddenly. "Your phone is broken, but I've asked someone to fix it. He'll be here soon," the man replied calmly. I breathed a sigh of relief. The cell phone was the only evidence I had. I had secretly photographed all of Dylan's crime documents. "Thank you for helping me, sir," I said sincerely. "Excuse me, can I borrow your cell phone for a moment?" Without hesitation, the man handed it to me. I hurriedly searched Dylan and Alexa's social media. However, what I saw made my chest feel like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. A picture of their wedding was prominently displayed on the screen. "No way," I whispered, hands shaking. I thought they were just engaged, but they were married? My heart broke. My tears fell without me being able to hold them back. I bit my lip, holding back the anger that began to flare up. "Why are you crying?" the man asked, seeing my reaction. I didn't answer. I continued to scroll through Dylan and Alexa's posts, and found a video of their engagement. I played it. "You must be wondering why I'm engaged to Mr. Dylan, and where is Gisella right now?" Alexa spoke in the video, smiling pretentiously. Dylan then continued, "Alexa and I decided to get engaged after getting permission from Gisella. Currently, Gisella is very ill. Her time may not be long. And she asked me to marry Alexa so that I wouldn't be alone." My hands clenched into fists. My chest rumbled. Dylan had lied to everyone. I'd never given permission, let alone consented to their marriage. "Starting today, I'm going to put together a revenge plan that was blocked two months ago!" my voice shook, full of determination. The man looked at me deeply. "Who do you want revenge on?" he asked. I held up my phone and showed him the faces of two people on the screen. "Them." The man was silent for a moment, then sighed. "So, you want to destroy Alexa? Interesting... because she's my ex-wife." I widened my eyes. "Your ex-wife?" He nodded, his expression full of hatred. "Back then, Alexa set me up. She forced me to marry her while she was pregnant with someone else's child. But after the marriage, she took some of my property and left her child to me. Apparently, it was all for Dylan." I was almost speechless. "So you knew Dylan?" "Of course. He's my greatest enemy. My father died because he was killed by his family." He looked at me sharply. "We have a common enemy. What if we work together to destroy them both?" I stared at his for a long time. A fire of vengeance blazed inside me. "Interesting deal," I muttered, then held out a hand. "Let's get this game started." The man grinned. His hand grasped mine tightly.

Two days had passed since I woke up from the hell Dylan had created. Thanks to Brian, I had regained the strength I had lost. However, it wasn't just my physique that had recovered. The fire inside my chest now burned even brighter, demanding revenge. We sat together in the living room, discussing the first steps to destroying Dylan's men. "Gisella, I've started investigating based on the evidence you provided. And I found a story that was released two months ago, just one day before Dylan's wedding," Bryan said, handing me his cell phone. My hand trembled as I took it. But what shook me more was the content of the news on the screen. "Mrs. Gisella reportedly died from her illness." "Mr. Dylan was forced to marry to fulfill his wife's last wish!" I felt the air around me thin out. They said I was dead? With trembling hands, I pressed the screen, to playing a video. Instantly, I felt sick to my stomach watching it. Dylan stood in front of the altar, wearing a black suit with a face full of sorrow. Fake grief. Alexa was beside him, smiling faintly, as if she was the victim left behind. "My wife and I have been separated by fate," Dylan's voice trembled in the video. "And now my wife has chosen the destiny of love for me before she died. She has died because her body could not withstand her worsening illness," he said again. I squeezed my chest, which felt tight. My eyes burned with tears—not of sadness, but of searing anger. Dylan, that bastard. "We have to do it now! I don't want him to live happily without any guilt!" I exclaimed, handing Brian his cell phone back with a vengeful glare. Brian looked at me for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I've come up with a plan. Let's start by destroying his image. I'll spread the evidence of his affair with Alexa!" I quickly sent all the evidence to Brian. Within minutes, intimate photos of Dylan and Alexa were all over social media. Just like Brian said, we sat back and watched their downfall. "Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Alexa's affair!" The headline was plastered everywhere. I read the comments that flooded the internet with satisfaction. "I doubt Mr. Dylan's words about Mrs. Gisella wanting him to get married. Maybe it's just an excuse!" "What an asshole! No wonder Mrs. Gisella died, perhaps her mind was tormented!" "Mrs. Gisella's death seems suspicious. Especially since the funeral was done in private!" I gasped as I read the last comment. "Brian, did you know about my funeral?" I asked in a trembling voice. Brian looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Dylan even broadcast it live. I'll show you the video." As soon as the video played, I felt like I'd been thrown into a deep pit of darkness. My funeral was so quiet. There were only a handful of people, all faces I didn't recognize. There were no genuine cries, no real grief. Dylan stood there with teary eyes, but I knew those tears were just a mask. And Alexa, that damn woman was standing by his side, hugging him lovingly! "Damn it! You asshole!" I yelled angrily, my hands clenched tightly. Brian immediately grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down, Gisella. You're just recovering." I caught my breath with difficulty. "Thank you, Brian, for helping me." Suddenly, Brian's cell phone rang. One of his bodyguards informed me that Dylan and Alexa were doing a live broadcast to clarify the news. I smiled wryly. "Good. I want to see how he lies this time." We sat together in front of the screen, watching him speak with a confident expression. "I've been reluctant to respond to this, but now that it's all out in the open, I'll be honest. Yes, I did have a relationship with Alexa!" said Dylan. The whole room went silent. I was shocked. Everyone was shocked. But I knew it wasn't over yet. Suddenly Dylan smiled slyly. "However, I had my reasons. After Gisella betrayed me and ran off with another man, I had no choice but to find an outlet. Alexa is the woman who healed my heartache." My heart skipped a beat. "I witnessed Mrs. Gisella's affair myself," Alexa continued with a face full of falsehood. "Mr. Dylan originally just wanted to make her jealous, but we ended up falling in love." My blood boiled. "Asshole! He manipulates everyone!" Brian said angrily. I stared at the screen with a murderous gaze. He wasn’t just betraying me—he was killing me a second time. I picked up my cell phone and handed it to Bryan. "Investigate the sale of my kidney and my mother. And spread this video." Brian gave me a sharp look. "I understand." I wouldn't let them get away. Never. Dylan and Alexa may think they've won, but they don't know another shocker is coming.

Dylan's POV My hands clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My breathing was ragged, my chest rising and falling with the rage that was exploding inside me. The news of my affair spread so quickly, destroying the image I had carefully built up. But I wasn’t a fool. I always had a way to turn things around. "Mr. Dylan, I've been looking into the origins of that photo," my bodyguard reported in a trembling voice. "But... all the media are keeping their mouths shut. No one wants to talk, as if they're being protected by someone more powerful than you," he repeated. My eyes narrowed sharply. "Give them money, you fool!" I hissed angrily. "I've tried, sir. I've even threatened them, but no one has wavered. Someone is behind all this." My anger exploded. Without thinking, I swung my fist, hitting him hard in the face. "You're incompetent! You can't even take care of something this small!" The bodyguard staggered back, blood seeping from the corner of his lips. But I didn't care. I caught my breath, trying to think. Then Gisella's name flashed through my mind. Two months ago, I ran into her and left her on the street. When I went back to remove the trail, her body was gone. At first I was sure she was dead, but now? I began to doubt what I had believed. I hissed, gripping my hair in frustration. "Damn... don't tell me she's alive ...." I turned around, leaving the bodyguard who was now lying unconscious. I walked to the study, retrieving the documents that I had been hiding. Without thinking, I stepped into the back garden, lit a match, and threw it at the pile of papers. Tongues of flame licked at my secret papers, destroying all evidence of my crimes. I wouldn't let anyone find this. Never. "Dylan, what are you doing?" The sharp voice made me turn my head. Alexa stood behind me, her face tense. "I'm erasing the traces of my crime," I replied. "Did you find out who was behind the news?" she asked matter-of-factly. "Everyone is keeping their mouths shut. But I will find that person, and destroy him," I hissed. Alexa clicked her tongue. "Do it quickly. I don't want my name involved in your rotten scandal!" My eyes narrowed. I gripped her wrist tightly. "Stop talking like you're innocent. You told me to run him over!" I snapped. Alexa gave me a sharp look, then laughed sarcastically. "But stupid you, Dylan, you didn't make sure she died! Now look at the consequences." Without thinking, I delivered a slap to her face. Alexa fell silent, but the flash of anger in her eyes remained. Before she could reply, one of my men ran over, breathless. "Mr. Dylan! There's bad news!" "What now?!" I snapped. He gulped. "The video of you and Ms. Alexa is all over social media and television news." The world seemed to stop spinning. I immediately grabbed my phone, flipping through the latest news. My blood ran cold. My body froze. The video was real. Shit! It was all recorded! The cell phone in my hand slid to the floor, cracking instantly. Alexa screamed hysterically. "Asshole! How could this happen?! Everyone saw my body!" "It's not just you, Alexa! Me too!" I roared. Anger coursed through my blood, burning every inch of my body. I punched the wall, leaving a red stain on its surface. "Who did all this?" I shouted. Alexa suddenly whispered, her face filled with hatred. "It must have been Gisella. There was no one else in the room but her and your mom." I froze. "Gisella? No way. She's a weak woman. She's not someone who could have designed this. But, if not her, who else? "Especially since we couldn't find her body after the accident," Alexa continued. I took a deep breath. "Okay. If she did it...." I grinned wickedly. "I'll lure her out of hiding." Alexa looked at me suspiciously. "What are you planning?" My grin grew wider. I pulled out my cell phone and called someone. "I need a vulgar photo of a woman with another man. I'll send you her face. Make sure it looks real, then spread it to the media," I said. Alexa chuckled, her eyes shining with hatred. "For Gisella?" I nodded. Alexa immediately hugged me tightly, kissing my lips. "Well done, baby ...." But before I could savor my victory, a noise from outside caught my attention. "Mr. Dylan! Our house is under attack!" I ran outside. The sight that greeted me made my blood boil. My house was destroyed. Glass shattered, rocks scattered on the ground. People were shouting outside the fence, throwing more objects at the house. I clenched my fists, my jaw hardening. "Who dares to challenge me?" Then a notification popped up on my phone. I stared angrily at the screen. A cold smile spread across my face. "I'll do it now," I muttered as I stared at the vulgar photo of Gisella that had been manipulated with another man. "The game is just beginning,” I whispered.