My Stolen Kidney, His Shattered World

tine appendectomy. He sat by my bed, holding my hand, his expression a careful mask of conc

ly shattered my world: "Olivia needed it. Amy's strong, she'll be fine. She wants to marry me, right? This will be my gift." My breath caught. My kidney? A physical blow. The appen

lculated betrayal. He saw me as a malleable possession, his "safety net," believing I'd simply "understand." Even the nurses confirmed

my foolish love, discarded. How could the man I loved, the man I sacrificed everything for, be so casua

me: Marcus Thorne. He'd always offered quiet respect, a lifeline I never knew I needed. My voice, gaining a sliver