I Donated My Kidney to Save My Husband—The Next Day, His Mistress Came to the Hospital, and My Next Move Left Them Screaming

“Don’t say it like that.”

“You let me give you a kidney.”

Daniel frowned.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I forced you.”

“And you both waited until after I gave you part of my body.”

My voice became quieter.

“You knew you were leaving me. She knew you were leaving me. And you both waited until after I gave you part of my body.”

Jessica folded her arms.

“He said you offered because you’re still family. Because of the kids.”

I turned toward Daniel.

“You let me believe I was saving my husband.”

“Is that what you told her?”

He looked toward the window.

That response told me everything.

I whispered, “You let me believe I was saving my husband.”

I turned away before either of them could see how violently I had begun trembling.

Daniel’s jaw tightened.

“You were saving the father of your children too.”

Something inside me became completely still.

I turned away before either of them could see how violently I had begun trembling.

Back in my own room, I pulled the blanket over myself and stared blankly at the ceiling.

My mother arrived twenty minutes later and immediately realized something was wrong.

I wanted to scream.

Instead, one sentence kept repeating in my mind.

I don’t deserve you.

It didn’t sound like gratitude anymore.

My mother arrived twenty minutes later and immediately realized something was wrong.

She remained perfectly still until I finished explaining.

“What happened?”

I told her.