My Husband's Deadly Scheme
He had just finished the preliminary round of the piano competition, clutching his trophy and sharing his joy with me.
My phone suddenly vibrated, the screen flashing the name Melvin Carter, and my heart sank without warning.
The moment I pressed the answer button, his impatient voice came through, cold as ice.
"Sylvia Scott, what the hell are you up to?"
I froze for a moment, then instinctively asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"You seriously still have the nerve to ask?" His voice suddenly shot up in volume.
"The confidential courier you ordered was delivered to the school! The whole department is buzzing about it. How am I supposed to hold my head high after this?"
Confidential courier? Confusion flooded me. I'd never bought anything like that—let alone had it sent to his university.
"Melvin, are you sure you're not mistaken? I haven't ordered any confidential courier." I tried to keep my voice steady.
"Mistake? The delivery slip clearly has your name and phone number on it!" His tone brimmed with accusation.
"Don't play dumb with me. Just tell me straight—what's really going on!"
I took a deep breath, knowing arguing wouldn't help; I needed to see the evidence.
"Don't get mad yet. Send me a photo of the delivery slip—maybe someone else sent it by mistake?"
There was a pause over the line, then the sound of papers flipping.
After a moment, his voice sounded uneasy, his tone softening.
"Forget it, maybe it really was sent to the wrong address." He said casually, "It's just a regular human organ transport container. Probably a mistake by the courier company."
Human organ transport container? My heart suddenly clenched.
I immediately realized it wasn't some wrong delivery, but the new artificial heart I had ordered in advance!
I had ordered it to replace the heart donated by my father that was inside Melvin Carter.
My father loved me dearly. Before he passed, when he found out Melvin's heart was failing, he didn't hesitate to sign the organ donation agreement.
But now, Melvin is treating me like this, even accusing me of something baseless—a "confidential courier."
A chill rose from deep within me. I forced down my emotions and tried to say calmly, "If it was sent by mistake, then I'm relieved."
"I still have to help Simon prepare for the Final, so I won't talk to you now."
"Okay, I'm hanging up." He spoke and hung up without waiting for my response.
Hearing the busy signal, I could no longer stay calm.
Melvin's reaction was too strange. His accusations were so fierce at first, but after mentioning the "human organ transport box," he suddenly backed off. Something's definitely wrong.
I can't wait any longer; I have to go back home right away to figure out what's happening.
I opened the ticket app and rapidly booked the earliest flight from Country R back home.
I turned to look at Simon; he was still excitedly fiddling with the trophy, completely oblivious to my distress.
I walked over, gently ran my hand through his hair, and said softly, "Simon, I have something urgent and need to go home first. I'll come back to be with you for the finals, okay?"
Simon's smile disappeared instantly, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Mom, you can't come to the finals with me?"
My heart felt like it had been stabbed with a needle, weighed down by guilt—but now I have to go back.
"I'm sorry, Simon, I really have something important to take care of." I held him close, whispering words of comfort.
"Don't worry, I will definitely be there on time for the Final to cheer you on."
Simon hesitated but still nodded: "Then Mom, be careful and come back soon."
I nodded resolutely, arranged his lodging and training for the coming days, then grabbed my suitcase and rushed to the airport.
The plane drifted through the clouds, and my heart fluttered along, restless and uneasy.
I don't know what awaits me when I return home, but one thing is clear—some things must reach their conclusion.
The plane touched down at the domestic airport, and darkness had already settled.
I didn't go home—I took a taxi straight to Melvin Carter's place.
I stood at the door, not even having time to knock before the sharp laughter of a man and a woman drifted out.
That man's voice—I recognized it instantly—it was Melvin.
And the woman's voice, soft and tinged with a playful charm, sparked a memory—it was his student, Jessica Zimmerman.
My hand froze in midair, my fingertips icy cold.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open with force.
The scene in the living room rooted me to the spot instantly.
Jessica lounged on the sofa in my silk bathrobe.
Melvin sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder as they whispered something intimate, their faces lit up with smiles.
At the sound of the door opening, they both turned to look at me.
Seeing me, Melvin's smile froze instantly; a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes before he quickly regained his composure.
Jessica looked startled; her body trembled slightly as she instinctively slipped behind Melvin.
"Sylvia? Why are you back? Didn't you say you were going to accompany Simon to the final?"
Melvin stood up, his voice flat, as if the closeness he'd shown Jessica moments before had been a mere illusion.
I didn't answer his question. Instead, I fixed my cold gaze on Jessica and asked, "Does this bathrobe fit you well enough?"
Jessica's face flushed instantly. She lowered her head, unable to meet my eyes.
Melvin Carter frowned, stepping in front of Jessica Zimmerman. "Sylvia Scott, what's with that attitude?" he said, clearly displeased.
"Jessica's not feeling well and got her clothes dirty by accident, so I let her wear your bathrobe."
"Not feeling well?" I sneered, "What does whether she's healthy have to do with wearing my bathrobe?"
"Or are you saying that you never saw each other as separate people to begin with?"
Melvin Carter's face darkened. "Sylvia Scott, don't talk nonsense! Jessica and I only have a teacher-student relationship—don't get the wrong idea."
"Teacher-student relationship?" I took a step forward, my gaze sharp as I stared at him.
"Does a teacher-student relationship flirt and banter in my home, wearing my bathrobe when I'm not there?"
Melvin was left speechless by my question. After a long pause, as if steeling himself, he looked up at me with a pleading tone:
"Sylvia, I know you might not believe this now, but Jessica is seriously ill—she needs a kidney transplant."
My heart sank, a terrible foreboding gripping me.
"What does a kidney transplant have to do with me?" I asked warily.
"The doctor said your kidney is a perfect match for Jessica." Melvin Carter's eyes shone with hope.
"Sylvia, I'm begging you, just donate one kidney to Jessica. She's so young—she can't be broken like this."
I could hardly believe my ears—he actually wanted me to donate my kidney to Jessica Zimmerman?
"Melvin, are you out of your mind?" I trembled with anger. "Why on earth should I donate my kidney to her? She's your student, not my family!"
"But you're my wife!" Melvin raised his voice, his tone laden with accusation.
"You always said you loved me before, didn't you? Now that I'm asking you for a favor, you're not even willing to help?"
"Sylvia Scott, was all the kindness you showed me just a lie?"
I was almost laughing with anger.
He was messing around with another woman in our house, and now he even had the nerve to blame me?
I took my phone out of my bag and pressed play.
Immediately, Melvin Carter and Jessica Zimmerman's voices came through.
"Melvin, do you think Sylvia would agree to donate a kidney?" Jessica's voice carried a note of worry.
"Don't worry, she loves me so much, she'll definitely agree." Melvin Carter's voice brimmed with confidence.
"If she refuses, I'll threaten her with Simon. I don't believe she won't break."
"But using Simon to threaten her—doesn't that cross the line?"
"Cross the line? For you, I'll do anything. Once you recover, we'll be together openly. By then, I'll divorce her."
The recording ended, and the living room fell into complete silence.
Melvin's face drained of color, his eyes wide with shock and panic.
Jessica shook uncontrollably, tears streaming steadily down her cheeks.
"Melvin Carter, do you have anything else to say?" I stared at him coldly, my disappointment and anger boiling over.
Melvin froze in place, unable to say a word for a long moment.
After a while, he finally gathered himself, a desperate look crossing his face.
"Sylvia, I know I was wrong. Please, give me one more chance." He stepped closer, reaching out to take my hand.
I snapped back, stepping away to avoid his touch.
"Chance?" I laughed bitterly. "Melvin Carter, when you were doing all those things, did you ever think this day would come?"
"When you were with Jessica Zimmerman, why didn't you ever think about Simon and me?"
His eyes darkened, and his tone softened. "I know I've wronged you and Simon, but Jessica is truly desperate. She can't survive without that kidney."
"She's desperate? Does that mean Simon and I aren't?" I looked at him, my eyes filled with nothing but disappointment.
"Melvin Carter, don't bring up the kidney donation again. I will never agree to it."
At my words, Melvin's expression changed instantly, and a flicker of cold cruelty passed through his eyes.
He stopped pleading and stared right at me, his voice cold as ice: "Sylvia Scott, are you really not going to help Jessica?"
"No, I won't help." I answered without a second thought.
"Good. Very good." He nodded, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Since you're so heartless, I won't bother pretending anymore."
A chill gripped my heart—I had a bad feeling.
"What are you planning to do?" I watched him cautiously.
"Don't forget, your younger brother is still receiving treatment abroad. The medical bills every month aren't small change." His tone was laced with menace.
"Without my financial support, do you really think your younger brother can keep up with his treatment?"
The mention of my younger brother stabbed at my heart.
He'd been frail since childhood, receiving treatment abroad, and the sky-high medical bills had nearly eaten up all my savings.
Later, Melvin Carter had offered to help with my brother's medical expenses—I was grateful then. Now I see, he'd long been using that as a weapon to threaten me.
"Melvin Carter, you actually used my younger brother to threaten me?" I was trembling with rage, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I had no other choice either." He shrugged, his voice dripping with indifference.
"As long as you agree to donate your kidney to Jessica, I'll keep paying for your younger brother's medical bills."
"And we'll live like before. I promise I'll never contact Jessica again."
"Live like before?" I stared at him, bitter beyond words. "Melvin Carter, do you really think we can ever go back to the way things were?"
"What you and Jessica did is like a thorn, forever lodged in my heart, impossible to pull out."
I pulled a divorce agreement from my bag and tossed it in front of him.
"This is the divorce agreement. I've already signed it. You'd better sign it soon."
"As for the property, I've already consulted a lawyer. Not a single cent of what's rightfully mine will be lost."
Melvin Carter grabbed the divorce agreement and tore it to shreds without even glancing at it.
"Sylvia Scott, I will never divorce you!" His voice was unwavering, eyes wild with madness.
"Unless you agree to donate your kidney to Jessica, forget about getting another cent for your younger brother's medical expenses! You better think it over!"
After saying that, he stopped paying attention to me and turned to Jessica, gently comforting her.
Watching the scene unfold before me, my heart felt as if it was being sliced open.
I knew Melvin Carter had changed completely; he was no longer the gentle and caring man he used to be.
Now, for Jessica, he was willing to go to any lengths—even threatening those I care about most.
I can't let him get away with this, and I definitely won't let my younger brother be hurt because of me.
I took a deep breath, pushing down the anger and hurt inside me, and my eyes hardened with determination.
Since he wants to push me, then I'll play along with him all the way.
I looked at Melvin Carter and slowly said, "Alright, I can agree to donate my kidney to Jessica Zimmerman."
When Melvin Carter and Jessica heard my words, both their faces lit up with surprise.
"Sylvia, are you really willing?" Melvin asked, hardly able to believe it.
I nodded calmly. "But I have a few conditions. If you agree, I'll arrange the surgery immediately."
"Name them. Whatever they are, I'll agree to them." Melvin said urgently, afraid I might change my mind.
"First, I want thirty million in financial compensation." I raised one finger and said firmly.
Melvin Carter froze for a moment, clearly taken aback by my exorbitant demand.
"Thirty million?" He frowned. "Sylvia Scott, aren't you going too far? I do have some savings, but there's no way I can raise that much."
"No way?" I sneered coldly. "Melvin Carter, don't forget all the money you've made from your outside investments over the years."
"Besides, after my father died, he left me an inheritance—that's more than enough for you to produce thirty million."
"If you're not willing, then forget it. Don't even mention the kidney donation again."
I turned to leave, but Melvin Carter immediately grabbed my arm.
"Wait, wait, let's talk this through." He said hurriedly, "Thirty million is thirty million—I agree. What's the second condition?"
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