My Kidney, His Cruel Joke

ion confirming a conclusion I had already reached. He was Oli

treets filling with people on their way to real jobs, real lives. I felt disc

p and cool against my skin. The steady rhythm of my feet on the pavement was g

ood money I' d left for Ethan-I bought a plush teddy bear and a set of colorful building blocks. My se

t felt important. It was a way of reconnecting with the person I was be

igh-end shopping district. Rows of gleaming storefronts with names like Chanel, Gucci, and Cart

s when I

jewelry store that probably had its own

dark, impeccably tailored cashmere coat. Olivia was beside him, a vibrant silk scarf wrapped aro

k of genuine adoration on his face. The same look he used to give m

mach c

turion Card. The mythical "black card" reserved for the world' s wealt

me it was all he could afford, and he' d polished it for hours to make it shine for me. I had worn it every single day since.

nts were clumsy. My shoulder bumped into a street vendor' s cart laden with cheap souvenirs. A dozen litt

oud in the quiet, reverent

ed. Includ

n horror as they locked with mine. Olivia' s sm

hose two carefully separated worlds had just collided. He dropped the shopping bags

aw the master manipulator, the heir to a tech fortune, lo