I gave my best friend, Julian, one of my kidneys.
It was a simple decision; he was family.
Later, when my father fell ill, needing a transplant, I offered my remaining kidney, willing to risk my own life for him.
But then Chloe, my fiancée, abandoned me.
A week later, her Instagram was flooded with pictures: happy, healthy Julian, and my Chloe, married, on lavish vacations.
I was left with a dying father and crippling debt.
That' s when Vicky Hayes, a childhood friend from a powerful healthcare family, appeared, promising salvation.
She covered all the medical bills, became my rock, and eventually, my wife.
Yet, my father died after the operation, and I was left with an artificial kidney, a constant reminder of my sacrifice.
Six years of agony, six years of marriage, and I stumbled upon a conversation that shattered my world.