My Husband Killed Us for Her - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Downstairs, Adrian stood by the roadside, umbrella in hand.
The sight of his smile made me want to cry.
When I first married him, everyone said I'd married up.
And sure, Adrian is extraordinary—but I never saw myself as beneath him.
Lucas had always looked down on me, never caring what I actually wanted. To him, it was only natural that my world revolved around his.
But Adrian? He was different. He took the time to understand me, to listen patiently, to stand by me while I chased my dreams.
He held my hand all the way to the awards stage—then stayed below, clapping for me as I stepped into the spotlight.
"Evelyn," he said, beaming, "you're the best director out there."
Because of him, I finally had the courage to face my dreams head-on.
Love was never about one-sided sacrifice. It was about lifting each other up.
No rumor or piece of gossip could shake what Adrian and I had.
Not even Lucas's words.
But I'd overestimated his pride.
One morning, he showed up at my studio in a hospital gown.
His skin was sickly yellow, eyes bloodshot, muttering like a madman:
"Evelyn… my wife… open the door…"
I yanked the battery from the doorbell camera and called the police.
As they dragged him away, he suddenly started screaming:
"Evelyn! I was wrong! I regret it! Please—just one more chance!"
Right before he disappeared around the corner, I opened the door.
Meeting his desperate gaze, I smiled.
Then I mouthed four slow, deliberate words:
"You. Don't. Deserve. It."
The sirens drowned out whatever he tried to say next.
After that, I never saw him again.
"And?"
Silence stretched on the other end of the line before Lucas finally spoke, voice trembling:
"Evelyn… I punished Olivia for you. I'm not asking for forgiveness. Just… let me see you one last time."
I was about to hang up when a pained groan cut through the call.
My stomach dropped.
"Lucas, what's wrong?"
"I don't… have much time left. Please."
My mind went blank.
No time left? He'd seemed fine at the reunion.
I glanced at Adrian on the sofa. He took one look at my face and gave a small nod.
I exhaled.
"Fine. Come to the studio."
"Since you tracked down this number, you already know where it is."
That afternoon, I found Lucas slumped on the couch, face ghostly pale.
He tried to stand when I walked in—then immediately collapsed back down.
Only then did I notice the unnatural pallor of his skin.
He caught my questioning look and shook his head before sliding a medical report toward me.
The diagnosis glared up at me in bold print:
[Severe Single Kidney Failure]
The attached scans confirmed it—Lucas only had one kidney.
But in our past life, his premarital checkup had been flawless.
I snapped my head up.
"What happened?"
His eyes were rimmed red as he gave me a weak smile.
"Oliver Steven took it."
Olivia's father. The head of Steven Group.
"That kidney was the price for their sponsorship. For Oliver to let me stay with Olivia."
"After the surgery, I needed lifelong meds—but Oliver funneled all the racing club's profits straight into his pockets. I was broke. The only way to get my pills was through the Stevens' hospital."
His voice cracked.
"Then their empire crumbled. Now? I'm just… waiting to die."
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened with hope.
"You still care, don't you? You wouldn't leave me like this."
"I've changed, Evelyn. In our past life, I shouldn't have believed Olivia over you. That 'never see each other again' crap? I didn't mean it. Let's start over."
His breath hitched.
"We can try for another baby. Give them the life they deserved—"
I looked at him like he was something rotten.
"Dream on."
"I have a real family now. One that actually—"
"NO!" Lucas clawed at his hair, veins bulging.
"You're lying! You agreed to see me—that means you still love me!"
"You gave up everything for me before! That doesn't just disappear!"
His voice spiraled into hysteria.
"I ADMITTED I WAS WRONG! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?"
I almost laughed.
"Listen carefully, Lucas. The only reason I came was because we shared a life once. If you mistook that for lingering feelings? That's your delusion."
"After experiencing real love? Yours was a joke."
I turned to leave.
He lunged—then crashed to the floor, screaming after me:
"YOU THINK ADRIAN ACTUALLY LOVES YOU?"
"LOOK AT YOURSELF! WHAT COULD A BILLIONAIRE POSSIBLY SEE IN YOU?"
"WHEN HE DUMPS YOU, YOU'LL COME CRAWLING BACK!"
I slammed the door so hard the frame shook.
Some things never change.
Lucas didn't love me. He loved how much I'd sacrificed for him.
He didn't love Olivia either—just the resources she offered.
The only person Lucas ever truly loved?
Himself.