Too Late For His Forgiveness

o save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he

't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He tol

s reaction

ked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him

old me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn

ing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake sca

y certainly didn't know that a rare disease was alre

e later, his

urora. Her

ter anymore? I looked at the man who once prom

said. "I

pte

Hinto

arry, asked me to save my sister' s life.

ing table. His jaw was tight, a muscle twitching just below his ear. The exhaustion in his eyes was

rough, as if he' d swallowed gravel. "Her ki

a roar I could no longer ignore. My twin sister, Annabell, the fragile porc

she needs a transp

my gaze fixed on the papers. The words at the t

ched with a pain so profound it almost felt

in the guise of desperation. He hesitated, his hand hovering in the air b

ed, his voice dropping even lower. "She feels... gu

my throat was a dry, hollow thing. Anna

like a man making a hard but necessary decision. But I could see the cracks in his ar

uly broke me. Not the demand for my organ, not even the annulment papers. It was the lie. The

is eyes pleading with me. "After this i

A promise from a man who was asking me

constitution that couldn't handle stress. She was a delicate flower that needed constant tending, whil

ease. The words sounded clinical, distant, but t

had one last wish before

he words tumbling out in a rush of shame. "It's.

husband

e, a final act of mercy for a dying girl. "It's just a cere

e gesture frantic. He was being pulled apart, and in his desperati

, typed neatly beside a blank line. His name, Abel B

é, and my future. All in one, clean transaction. And h

I could taste it, bitte