My Husband Stole My Kidney,Then Died for the Girl Who Was MeChapter 1
I'd just finished my physical exam when a post popped up on my feed:
"My sugar baby is in kidney failure. The only person who matches her is my wife. How do I get my wife to willingly donate her kidney?"
One comment read:
"Easy. Tell your wife SHE'S the one with kidney failure, and your mistress is a kind stranger who's donating to save her. She'll walk into that operating room without a second thought!"
What a vile idea.
I was still shaking my head, pitying whatever poor woman was married to such a man, when my husband walked in holding a test result.
Benedict James was Chief of Surgery at this hospital. He stood before me now, his face a careful mask of concern and relief.
"Honey, you have kidney failure. You need surgery right away." He paused, letting that sink in. "But we got lucky—there's a kind soul here at the hospital who's a perfect match. She's agreed to donate. I've already scheduled the operation for tomorrow."
——
I stared at him.
The worry in his eyes. The way his voice caught just slightly. He looked like a man terrified of losing his wife.
I blinked, my mind blank for a split second.
It has to be a coincidence.
Benedict and I had been together for seven years—five dating, two married. He'd treated me like I was made of glass the entire time. I'd never so much as washed a dish in our home. This morning, I'd coughed twice, and he'd practically dragged me here for a full checkup.
Other than my parents, no one in this world had ever loved me more.
I looked up at him. "Are you sure there isn't some mistake?"
"I feel fine. How could I suddenly have kidney failure?"
He reached out and stroked my hair, his touch gentle. "Silly girl. Kidney disease usually doesn't show symptoms until it's serious. We're lucky we caught it early—otherwise, things could've gotten bad."
His expression was so sincere. His voice so tender.
And yet, looking at him made my blood run cold.
I stayed quiet for two seconds, then tried again. "Who's the donor?"
"A college student," he said without hesitation.
My heart dropped.
So it was true. Everything lined up perfectly.
That post—it was Benedict.
He was cheating on me.
And now he was trying to trick me into giving up my kidney for his mistress.
Ice spread through my chest, but I kept my face blank. "I don't know any college students. Why would a stranger agree to give me her kidney?"