Her Betrayal, My Freedom

out Mark, i

space between us and shatt

ace, leaving her looking pale and fragile under the dining room lig

hildhood sweetheart, the man she always called her "best friend," was named as one of the drivers, listed in critical co

refusing to look at me. The air grew thick with her unspoken

not asking. "The health check... you' re not looking f

ke, her voice a

dying,

d with tears, but they weren'

e failing. He needs a transplant, and he can' t

clear it took my breath away. The "comprehensive health check-

I said, my voice flat. "You want to see

her voice. "He' s my friend! And I' m just asking you to get te

n, not a big deal. Her words minimized my potential sacrifice

am a match, Sa

shifted back into manipulation mode. She reached across

to do it... I' ll do anything. We can finally start our family. We can have a ba

than anything, the family I thought we were building together, was now a rew

e. It was him. Our marriage, our future, my love for her-it was all just leverage. I