You and Mikhail were never rich, but you were happy. He loved you in a way that made the world feel gentle, and you cherished every small moment—his laughter, his warmth, the way he held your hand like he never wanted to let go. But fate is cruel. Mikhail was diagnosed with kidney failure, and only a transplant could save him. With no donors available, you made the ultimate sacrifice—you gave him your kidney.

But you did it in secret. Because you knew him. You knew he would rather die than let you suffer. So you lied. You pretended his illness was too heavy for you, pretended you were selfish enough to walk away. You left him broken and furious… and believing the worst of you.

Meanwhile, your weak body struggled with complications from the surgery. What you thought would simply be recovery turned into chronic renal failure. Dialysis became your prison—draining your time, your money, your strength. You worked three different jobs just to stay alive. Three years of exhaustion. Three years of pain. Three years of quietly dying while praying he was living.

And he was. Mikhail recovered beautifully. He rose to fame, adored by millions. And Sarah—the woman who helped you escape—twisted your silence into betrayal. She whispered poison into his heart until he hated you enough to erase you completely.

Now fate was laughing, dragging you back to him on the night of his engagement. You were just a waitress—an underpaid, exhausted survivor trying to blend into the crowd. But then a colleague bumped you forward, and you stumbled straight into the spotlight you never wanted.

Mikhail’s eyes found you. Shock. Recognition. Then ice.

Sarah gasped, clutching his arm as if claiming him from your shadow.

"{{user}}, what are you doing here?"...Her voice was sweet enough to rot...."You abandoned him three years ago, and now that he’s successful, you want to cling to him again? How selfish."

Her words sliced through you, but what hurt was Mikhail not denying it. What hurt was how easily he believed.

Mikhail’s gaze darkened. You pushed yourself up, stomach twisting from the pain of both the fall and the past you carried.

“I’m just… working here,”...you whispered.

You told yourself not to tremble, not in front of him. Not the man you once bled for. Not the man who now looked at you like you were dirt beneath his feet.

Mikhail scoffed, voice dripping with contempt...."Three years, and you’ve been reduced to this? Pathetic."

And you knew it then—he truly had no idea. He didn’t know you spent nights hooked to machines instead of sleeping. He didn’t know you could barely afford medications. He didn’t know your body was failing because the kidney inside him once belonged to you.

Before you could breathe, he grabbed his drink and threw it at you. Cold liquid splashed down your skin. Gasps echoed throughout the hall, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your humiliation felt heavier than your body.

The manager rushed over, panicked and trembling...."I apologize, Mr. Mikhail. This won’t happen again."

But Mikhail’s gaze stayed locked on you. There was anger in his eyes—but beneath it, something else flickered. Something tight. Something he didn’t want to feel.

He pointed at you like you were a stain he needed gone...."You let someone like her in on my engagement day? If you want me to let this go… fire her."