My Kidney, His Cruel Joke

My Kidney, His Cruel Joke

Gavin

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The dull, constant throb in my side was a painful reminder of the jagged scar hidden beneath my sweater, a small price for the five hundred thousand dollars in my duffel bag-every dime of my savings, every penny from selling all I owned, and the rest from selling a kidney. All of it was for Ethan, who desperately needed treatment tonight. But when I arrived at the luxurious lounge he' d named, "The Gilded Cage," I overheard his voice, rich with amusement, not weak or strained, telling his friends that the "struggling musician" act and fake cancer diagnosis were pure genius to con me into selling a kidney. The world tilted as I realized our two-year love was a meticulously crafted hoax. My sacrifice was for their entertainment. My hand went slack, and the duffel bag, filled with the price of my body, slipped to the plush carpet. I fled to the nearest restroom, the betrayal a raging fire. My hands, meant to heal, had helped destroy me. I looked at the crude bandage under my sweater, a symbol of self-inflicted wounds for a lie. He didn' t need fixing; broken me. The shock gave way to cold rage. They wouldn' t win. They wouldn' t destroy me. As Ethan found me in the restroom, feigning worry about the money, I met his gaze, my voice steady, saying, "Yes, Ethan, I have it. It' s all for you." I would play his game, but this time, I knew the rules.

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The dull, constant throb in my side was a painful reminder of the jagged scar hidden beneath my sweater, a small price for the five hundred thousand dollars in my duffel bag-every dime of my savings, every penny from selling all I owned, and the rest from selling a kidney. All of it was for Ethan, who desperately needed treatment tonight.

But when I arrived at the luxurious lounge he' d named, "The Gilded Cage," I overheard his voice, rich with amusement, not weak or strained, telling his friends that the "struggling musician" act and fake cancer diagnosis were pure genius to con me into selling a kidney.

The world tilted as I realized our two-year love was a meticulously crafted hoax. My sacrifice was for their entertainment. My hand went slack, and the duffel bag, filled with the price of my body, slipped to the plush carpet. I fled to the nearest restroom, the betrayal a raging fire.

My hands, meant to heal, had helped destroy me. I looked at the crude bandage under my sweater, a symbol of self-inflicted wounds for a lie. He didn' t need fixing; broken me.

The shock gave way to cold rage. They wouldn' t win. They wouldn' t destroy me. As Ethan found me in the restroom, feigning worry about the money, I met his gaze, my voice steady, saying, "Yes, Ethan, I have it. It' s all for you." I would play his game, but this time, I knew the rules.

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