I’d Rather Not Have a Fake Love

The doctor tried to stop the bleeding from my broken arm, but the multiple wounds had left me drenched in blood.

“Ms. Nina’s current injuries require the special medicine we got at a high price from that source. It could potentially reattach her broken arm. Mr. William, you should retrieve it from Sophia for now.”

William Zafron frowned at me and said, “Nina always recovers quickly. She doesn’t need this. I’ll save it as an emergency treatment for Sophia in case she catches a cold or develops a fever.

“Also, if Noa feels pain after the knee joint replacement, she can take it.”

The doctor stammered in shock, “B-but the pain can be managed with painkillers. An artificial joint can be used for the knee replacement. There’s no need to sacrifice anyone for this, and there’s certainly no need to use such a precious medicine.”

“An artificial joint can only last for a dozen years. I can’t let Noa go through that pain again.

“That’s enough. You work for me, so just focus on researching knee joint transplants.”

At that moment, his assistant entered and handed him a phone. It was a voice I would never forget—the voice of the madman.

“Thanks for disabling the cameras and ensuring everyone at the competition was on your side. I was able to vent freely.”

William said impatiently, “I gave you a mansion so you would keep your mouth shut. Don’t let it ruin my marriage with Nina, got it?”

The doctor and nurse quickly treated my wounds and left in a hurry.

When they were gone, I finally broke down and cried. Tears fell on my broken arm and stung the wound. However, the pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart.

It turned out that the mastermind behind all this was my husband of eight years.

His and Sophia’s child had knee arthritis. Therefore, he chose to take my daughter’s knee joint rather than use an artificial one, even if it meant harming her.

Just yesterday morning, my daughter asked me excitedly, “Mom, I’ve been practicing this dance for a long time just to show Dad today. Do you think he’ll like it?”

She loved William so much, but he only saw her as a way to replace a knee joint.

William Zafron, you did not deserve such a good daughter!

William heard my heart-wrenching cries and came over. He awkwardly wiped away my tears and said in a hoarse voice, “Nina, don’t cry. Is the wound too painful? The doctor has already applied medicine. Just bear with it a little longer, and the pain will go away.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you both. I couldn’t save Ella, and now your arm is broken. But I’ll cherish you from now on and never let you cry again.”

But he was the one who caused all this pain!

I hit him with all my strength. My voice was hoarse. It nearly broke as I said, “Give me back my Ella!”

William grabbed my hand and kissed it tenderly. “I’m sorry for letting the madman in during the dance competition. To let Ella rest in peace sooner, I had her cremated early and placed her in her favorite dance studio.”

He did not even let me see Ella one last time. How cruel he was!

The pain made me break out in a cold sweat, which mixed with the blood and soaked my clothes.

I stared straight into his eyes and asked, “What about the dance studio you put so much effort into? Why didn’t you place Ella there?”

William averted his gaze as he replied, “That studio cost over ten million dollars. Since Ella is gone, there’s no need to waste it. I donated it to an orphanage so they could hold dance lessons. That way, it would be doing some good in Ella’s name. I’m sure she wouldn’t blame me. She had such a kind soul, after all.”