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Love's Cruel Game: A Wife's Sacrifice

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 743    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

pped away from the crowd. No one noticed me leave. Their star was Emily

into the pre-dawn chill. The city was still quiet

n we were children, if I got a better grade on a test, my parents would say the teacher mu

bitter, jealous twin. They created the n

promised me a way out, a way to earn their love. For ten years, I followed its tasks, debasing mysel

t was successful, but my parents told everyone I was struggling and that David

estigious firm. She stole my designs, won awards wit

ed, I presented evidence. It never mattere

admitted defeat. The ga

ivi

h my thoughts. He had pu

said. It wasn

eat without a word. The si

d, his eyes on the road. "It was messy, but

praising an employee for h

one. Would a single tear fall for the wife he never loved? Or would he just be rel

a side entrance

," he said. "Avoid an

oung people cornered me. They were ho

of them shouted. "

twisted in anger. They were Em

eamed, shoving me. "How could

splattered against my hair. They were closing in, shouting, pushing

ushed his way through the small

lled. "Leave her

his body taking the brunt of another thrown object. He go

st the door, br

ooking at me. There was a s

ker of what might have been

etter. It wa

I said, my voice flat. "Got to make sure the orga

s eyes died, replaced by a f

traightening his jacket. "Let's go. You n

d down the hall, ex

e was nothing e

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Love's Cruel Game: A Wife's Sacrifice
Love's Cruel Game: A Wife's Sacrifice
“The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my head: "Elimination in 24 hours. Affection and love values from all targets remain at zero. Final task failed." My life, spent trying to win a game of affection I was designed to lose, was ending. Then the phone rang. It was my husband, David, frantic. "Olivia, where are you? Get to the hospital. Now. It's Emily." My twin sister. Always Emily. Her kidneys had failed, she needed a transplant, and as her twin, I was the perfect match. My heart didn't even flutter. They demanded my last kidney, just as they always demanded sacrifices from me. My mother called next, yelling, "How can you be so selfish? Your sister needs you! We've given you everything... the least you can do is save her life." They called Emily "delicate," their excuse for endless favoritism, while seeing me as "the strong one" who endured and gave without complaint. I had already secretly given my father one of my kidneys years ago, letting Emily take the credit and the love. I signed the consent forms for the surgery, a final act of surrender. My family promised David a down payment on a house and offered me "forgiveness for all the trouble I'd caused"- a veiled threat for a lifetime of perceived defiance. I was a tool, a means to Emily's end, and now, a vessel to be emptied. I had chased their love for ten years, following the system' s tasks, sacrificing my dignity for worthless points. But every time I earned one, Emily found a way to make me lose two. David' s score never even reached one. Now I knew the truth: the system was a curse, a reflection of my desperate need for their approval, and it was killing me. Just hours before the surgery, a new nightmare began. Emily's latest design was leaked, traced to my IP address. The press swarmed; my mother slapped me; Emily, the perfect victim, cried for me to be forgiven. My family ordered me to confess, to take the blame for something I didn't do, to protect Emily's reputation. And I did it. I publicly admitted to being the jealous villain, sacrificing my name, my dignity, my entire being for the family that never loved me.”
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