Going Out With a Blast

Zayn Ulrich and I have dated for seven years. However, when he's prosecuted and sent to prison, I leave him without hesitation. I turn to his best friend instead.

Now, Zayn is out of prison. He rises from the ashes and uses every means possible to force me into marrying him.

Everyone says he truly loves me, but no one knows the truth. Every night after our wedding, he brings different women into our bed, not even sparing my own sister.

This is his punishment for my so-called betrayal.

What he doesn't know is that I risked my life to clear his name—I willingly walked into a mafia hideout and traded one kidney and half my liver for the key evidence that saved him.

Unfortunately, my time is running out.

"Ms. Lacroix, are you sure you want to schedule the euthanasia program for next month? Are you sure you'd like to donate all your organs too?"

"I'm sure," Cadence Lacroix replied, her tone bitter as she looked down at the test report filled with alarming results. "Given my condition, I'm just living on borrowed time."

All of her organs were failing with no hope of recovery. At most, she had only one year left to live.

Rather than dragging things out in bed during her remaining days, she would rather leave with dignity and make a small contribution to society.

Under the doctor's mournful gaze, Cadence stood up and left the hospital.

When she returned home and opened the door, she immediately heard amorous noises coming from the bedroom.

Her already pale face turned a shade whiter. She quickly hid her health report and leaned against the bedroom door. As she listened to the sounds of intense lovemaking inside, her nails dug deep into her palm without her realizing it.

She had long lost count of how many women Zayn Ulrich had brought home.

In their two years of marriage, he had brought home different women every day. Then, he made love to them right in front of her and insisted that she stay and watch.

After one whole hour, the noises inside gradually died down. Zayn walked out of the bedroom shirtless.

When he saw Cadence leaning against the door, he ordered coldly, "Why are you just standing there? Cassidy is thirsty. Go pour her a glass of water."

Cadence's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she thought she'd heard wrong.

"Cassidy?" she repeated breathlessly.

She strode to the bedroom door and looked at the woman on the bed.

Cassidy Lacroix bore a striking resemblance to her sister. At the moment, she was lying weakly on the bed. She was dressed in Cadence's silk nightgown, which had been torn to shreds.

Cadence's hands trembled slightly. She turned around and looked at Zayn with reddened eyes. "Do you know what you're doing? Cassidy is my sister! How could you do this?"

Zayn grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the wall.

A mocking glint appeared in his deep-set eyes