I used to feel happy just looking at these photos. But now, they made me feel sick. As I started to feel nauseous in front of the photos, I heard footsteps behind me.
“Mom, are you okay?” Damon asked as he ran to hug me.
Nicholas also came quickly and gently rubbed my back.
“Lily, are you feeling sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?”
At that moment, their concern looked so real. But I couldn’t feel any warmth anymore.
I quietly stepped away from them and said coldly, “It’s nothing. Just some stomach pain.”
They looked worried and quickly went to make a meal for my stomach.
On the other hand, I turned around and went to the study. I turned on the computer that had been unused for a long time. As I expected, I found many photos in a private folder of the three of them traveling together.
In the photos, Nicholas and Damon hugged the woman in the middle and kissed her face from both sides. That woman looked very familiar. She was my half-sister, Abigail Lovett.
She was also the one Nicholas and Damon truly cared about.
Tears ran down my face and my heart ached deeply. After that, I noticed something in the folder. It was a kidney transplant form.
My name was listed as the donor, Lily Lovett. And the receiver was listed as Abigail. I slowly touched the scar on my abdomen.
Even though years had passed, it suddenly felt fresh, like it was bleeding again. I let out a weak laugh. My own son had tricked me into giving my kidney to another woman.
After a long time, I wiped my tears and calmly sent an application to the company that had invited me to work abroad many times. They replied quickly and sent me a plane ticket for three days later. I copied all the files from the computer to my phone.
Nicholas. Damon. This time, I was the one who didn’t want you.
The next morning, I woke up to find that Nicholas had already taken Damon to school. My favorite breakfast was on the table, just like always. But this time, I didn’t take a single bite. I gave it all to the stray cats outside.
As I stepped back into the house, Nicholas’ secretary called, saying he had an asthma attack and needed his medicine. I hesitated, then picked up the divorce papers and the medicine bottle I had prepared the night before and headed to the banquet hall.