My Husband Stole My Mother's Liver to Save His Mistress's Mother

In Glenford, everyone knew the Gambling King's eldest daughter was Declan Reed's wife, and his younger daughter was Declan's mistress. The eldest, Luna Hayes, was gracefully regal, soft-spoken, and gentle. Though she was born the Gambling King's daughter, she never touched anything related to the tables and was held up as the ideal role model for all high-society debutantes in the city. Her younger sister, Mila Hayes, however, was the brightest red rose blooming in Glenford's casinos. She inherited their father's legendary gambling talent perfectly, and her control of the dice cup was nothing short of magical. Her name rang out all across Glenford. In everyone's eyes, vibrant, dazzling Mila was the one who truly deserved to be with Declan. That night, Luna got a call from the hospital. She rushed to find Declan and saw him kissing Mila's lips. She heard Mila's spoiled, coquettish voice drift through the cracked door. "Declan, if you give my mom the liver donor, she's definitely going to be so mad, right?" Declan's deep voice rumbled back, thick with indulgence. "Luna's mom has been sick for so long, she can wait a little longer. Your mom's having acute rejection right now—her case is far more urgent." "But... Luna waited for it first..." Mila's voice sounded sweet and pitiful. Declan's tone oozed with tenderness. "Another matching donor will turn up eventually. Luna's always been so reasonable—she knows what's urgent and what's important." Luna was standing right outside the door, and at that exact moment, her eyes met Mila's. There wasn't a flicker of guilt or panic in her gaze, only barefaced triumph and open provocation, as if to say, See? I'm the one who wins in the end. At that moment, anger and despair washed over Luna. She pushed the half-open door, startling the entangled pair inside. Declan turned around. When he saw Luna standing there, his face didn't show a single spark of panic. If anything, he just looked lazily unbothered. "Luna, what are you doing back so suddenly?" His voice was so soft... so soft, as if he hadn't just been the one deciding her mother's life and death. Luna's face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were like tempered ice as they locked straight on Declan. "You just said you gave the liver match that belonged to my mom to the second wife's side of the family?" Declan nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's right. Ms. Cole's condition is far more critical; this is a matter of life and death. Luna, you should see the bigger picture—" "The bigger picture?" Luna cut him off. "What bigger picture? The bigger picture of you getting to have both of us in your bed? Or the bigger picture of Mila and her mother always getting one up on me and my mom forever?" "How long my mom waited for this match. The doctor said she only has a week at most if she doesn't get this transplant! Taking it away from her is just killing her!" Declan's brow furrowed, clearly annoyed by her outburst. His voice dropped to a cold tone. "This liver is supposed to save a life. Giving it to the person who needs it more is only right. Luna, how did you become so unreasonable? Where's your former gentleness and kindness?" "Kind? Gentle?" Luna stared at the man standing in front of her—the same man who once swore he'd always protect her and her family. Now, for his mistress's mother, he was throwing away her own mother's only chance at life. A wave of nausea rolled up her throat. She clapped a hand over her mouth, heaving uncontrollably. Declan moved on instinct to catch her, but she shoved him away. "Declan. Don't touch me!" The two of them stood frozen in a standoff. Watching the scene unfold, Mila glided over to Declan's side and purred, "Declan, are you still going to the casino's anniversary celebration tonight? All the big names from every circle will be there. You're the new gambling god now; everyone wants to go head-to-head with you for a round." Declan glanced at Luna, who wouldn't let him anywhere near her, then looked at Mila, so understanding and sweet by his side. Any man would pick the docile, easy-going option. His voice turned cold and sharp. "The decision about the liver source is final, Luna. Stop making a scene. If you're not feeling well, just go home and rest. Besides..." He paused, his gaze sliding over Luna with a faint, barely noticeable sneer. "You've never understood anything about gambling circles anyway. You'd just be there as eye candy." Luna only stared at him coldly and didn't say another word. Declan was irritated by her stare. He slipped his hand into Mila's and said, "We're leaving." As the sound of their footsteps faded away, Luna slowly leaned back against the doorframe, her whole body cold. Nothing kills a heart faster than this. She would never stay with a tainted, unfaithful husband. Without a single moment of hesitation, she dialed her lawyer's number. Her voice was extremely calm. "Draft me a divorce agreement, write every clause to get me the maximum possible benefit. Also, fast-track collecting evidence that Declan abused his influence to illegally reallocate my mother's matching organ."