My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

Vitiel

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scent, a cruel lie

't ask about the blood on my dress from last night.

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iding it across th

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he left behind was heavy, but it was no

nt ring he had given me-the replacement for th

cold there

a suitcase. I had shipped my essenti

rday, and the grounds were empty. I walked

d by ten years of Chicago wint

d. I scraped the bark until my fingers blistered, until the woo

ased

one where he let me fall.

as eighteen. It was rusted shut. I used bolt cutte

made a tiny splash and disap

pray for his safety every week. I had tied hundreds of red ribbons t

to the pr

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llar. She was drink

ling her, his voice soft, a tone he used to save fo

to a trash bag. My ribbons. Ten years of my prayer

t need to pray anymore. The gods were de

to O'Har

es take off. My phone felt heavy in my h

as t

moking lounge. I attached the medical file proving he authorized the kidne

d one

the heir. I know you pushed me. I know you let me fall. I am done

it

mber. I blocked Matte

out of my phone an

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I didn't look back at the city skyline. I

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