After He Robbed My Cure, I Rose as Queen

Chapter 3

"Keep dreaming!"

I locked myself inside the guest bedroom. Alexander knocked for a long time, but eventually gave up and left.

I sank against the door, holding pressure against the wound on my forehead with my own hands. It took nearly two hours before the bleeding finally stopped.

Morning arrived. Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, but somehow, I couldn't feel any warmth at all.

I picked up my phone and calmly made two calls. One was to a real estate agent, and the other was to my lawyer.

"Hello, I need to list the Happyvale Residences property for sale. Please put it on the market as a quick sale."

"Riley, I need you to handle the prenuptial property agreement and prepare the final confirmation paperwork for my organ donation."

By 10 am, the agent arrived with a photographer.

Alexander was sitting in the living room, enjoying the breakfast Charlotte had prepared with her own hands. The moment he saw the agent, the relaxed smile on his face vanished. He stood up, stunned.

"Rosalie, what are you doing?"

I looked at him calmly. "This house was bought by me before we got married. The ownership is under my name alone. I'm selling my own property. I don't need to report it to you."

Charlotte immediately grabbed my sleeve and apologized.

"Rosalie, please don't be angry. This is all my fault! Is this because I upset you? I'm sorry. As long as you stop fighting with Alexander, I'll do whatever you want!"

Her performance instantly set Alexander off.

He pointed at me, shaking with rage. "Rosalie, have you lost your mind? You're being completely unreasonable! Let me tell you this. If you keep making trouble, our wedding next month is off!"

That was the exact sentence I'd been waiting for.

I lifted my hand and slowly slipped the diamond engagement ring he'd given me off my finger.

It used to be something I treasured more than anything. Now, all I saw was a cruel joke.

Without hesitation, I flicked my wrist. The ring flew through the air, tracing a perfect curve before dropping straight into the bowl of hot soup in front of him. The splash of soup made him flinch.

"You..."

I didn't waste another glance on his shocked face. I turned around, picked up the only suitcase I'd packed the night before, and walked out.

Alexander's mocking voice followed me from behind.

"Rosalie, remember this. Without me, you can't even afford a single dialysis treatment! Let's see how long you can keep acting so tough!"

He let out a confident scoff, "Before tonight, you'll come back crying and begging me."

I opened the door and got into the taxi waiting downstairs.

The moment the car started moving, I took out my phone, found Alexander's number, w******p, and every other way he could contact me. I blocked them all and deleted everything.

My phone vibrated once. It was a message from Riley.

Riley: Ms. Laurent, the organ donation confirmation document has been notarized and is now officially valid.

At the hospital, Alexander brought Jack in and proudly completed the admission process. The kidney transplant surgery was scheduled for that afternoon. He stood in his department, surrounded by colleagues and staff.

He deliberately raised his voice, as if he wanted everyone to know he still had everything under control.

"Rosalie is just throwing a little fit. Once she calms down, she'll be fine. Just wait. By noon, she'll have lunch ready and bring it over to apologize."

The people around him immediately started flattering him.

"Dr. Parker, you really know how to handle her. Rosalie loves you too much to stay angry for long."

"Exactly. Women just need a little attention and they'll get over it."

The more Alexander listened, the deeper the smile on his face became. He enjoyed the illusion that everything was still exactly where he wanted it.

But noon passed, and I never appeared. The smile on Alexander's face slowly disappeared. He took out his phone and called me.

"Sorry! The subscriber you dialed cannot be connected for the moment. Please redial later..."

He paused for a second, then immediately switched to w******p, only to discover that I had removed him there too. Alexander's face turned cold.

His assistant carefully asked, "Dr. Parker, should I try reaching out to Rosalie again?"

"Forget it!" Alexander scoffed, throwing his phone onto the desk. "Let her do whatever she wants. I want to see how long she can keep up this act!"

He couldn't believe that a woman who would collapse without dialysis in a few days could actually escape his grasp.

One hour before the surgery, the anesthesiology team was already prepared.

A nurse suddenly rushed into the room, her face drained of color.

"Dr. Parker, bad news! The pre-op antibody test results for patient Jack Lynn are back. The levels are dangerously abnormal! His body is showing a severe rejection response to the donor kidney. The surgery can't go forward!"

Alexander snatched the report from her hand in frustration. When he saw the alarming numbers highlighted on the page, his brows pulled together.

He casually turned to his assistant and asked, "Did Rosalie show up for dialysis today?"

Normally, I went for dialysis every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And it was Friday.

The assistant's expression changed instantly. His face went pale as he rushed to the computer and searched my name in the hospital system. The moment the results appeared, his hands began trembling uncontrollably.

He stared at Alexander, his voice shaking with fear.

"D-Dr. Parker, the system shows that Ms. Laurent signed the paperwork and had her catheter removed at the nurses' station yesterday afternoon."