99 Acts of Revenge for Her Beloved

My fiancee was diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant.

When I found out I'm a match, I agreed to undergo the surgery without a second thought.

They removed two-thirds of my liver. The pain is excruciating, but the moment I wake up, I force myself to check on her.

Outside her hospital room, I overhear her talking to a friend.

"Trish, you're a genius! This revenge plan is brilliant!" her friend exclaims.

Patricia Zeller laughs.

"If I weren't trying to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. It's all his fault that Warren messed up his college entrance exam and had to study abroad. Warren's coming back in a month. Once he does, I'm done with him for good."

I caught a glimpse of Patricia Zeller through the crack in the door. At that moment, she was sitting on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed with color, looking nothing like someone who was supposed to be ill.

Meanwhile, her friends were chattering away, voices buzzing with excitement.

"Trish, remember freshman year? You paid someone to mess with Bradley, and he was ostracized by the entire class. He couldn't even go back to his dorm for a month," one of them said.

Another chimed in, "And during senior year, you had someone wipe his final project. That cost Paul Jenner his honors award. In the end, Bradley got jumped in an empty classroom and walked out with a broken arm.

"This one makes 93. Just six more times, and you'll have enough to put together a scrapbook of love letters for Warren. He'll be so moved by how far you've gone for him!"

A wave of nausea twisted in my gut. I had never imagined that the love I thought was meant to be was nothing but a carefully planned revenge.

Panicked, I turned to leave. But I was still too weak from surgery.

I stumbled and then collapsed to the floor, the impact ripping open my stitches. Blood soaked through my gown almost instantly.

I had never been in great health. The doctors had warned me again and again not to go through with the liver transplant.

But I had been desperate to help Patricia recover, so I ignored everything and went through with the surgery.

This was the hospital's most exclusive ICU ward, and the hallway had been cleared to give Patricia peace and quiet. There wasn't a soul in sight.

So, the sound of my fall immediately drew attention.

Patricia's expression changed the instant she saw me.

"Bradley? You just had surgery. What are you doing here?"

Before I could answer, she shoved the person next to her and barked, "Go help him! Get him over here and tend to his wound!"

At her command, everyone rushed over. Their hands fumbled as they tried to lift me. Then, they placed me beside her.

Patricia cupped my face, her expression full of concern. Reaching for the antiseptic on the table, she said softly,