Married to the Boston Monk for three years, he has always been gentle and considerate, but he won’t break his vows to consummate our marriage. Until his adopted daughter, Annie, ten years younger than him, fell seriously ill and urgently needed a kidney transplant. The usually aloof and proud man knelt before me, pleading. “As long as you’re willing to donate a kidney to Annie, I’ll agree to anything you want!” My heart felt like it was being torn apart, yet I smiled and pinched his chin. “I’ll give you the kidney you need, but what will you give me in return?” He stood up, embraced me, and pushed me onto the bed, closing his eyes as if he were making a noble sacrifice, and kissed my lips. What I had longed for was now within reach, yet I found it utterly uninteresting. I pushed away his strong chest. “Gideon, who are you doing this for? I’m not that desperate!” I irritably lit a cigarette, adjusted my slipping lace strap, and parted my red lips slightly: “Let’s get a divorce, Gideon. I’m tired.” “And honestly, your kissing skills are terrible. I’m not satisfied at all!” Gideon looked at me, speechless and shocked. Just then, I received a message from my nemesis, Phoenix, on my phone. “How did it go? Did you succeed?” “You win. Once I’m divorced, I’ll go abroad with you!” 0
A week ago, Gideon’s adopted daughter, Cora, fainted from heatstroke after surfing and urgently needed a kidney transplant. The little girl clung to Gideon, tearfully pleading: “Uncle, please let me have the surgery right away. I don’t want to become ugly. If I do, I’d rather die immediately!” The usually composed Gideon was shaken, almost losing his balance: “What nonsense are you talking about? As long as I’m here, nothing will happen to you. Don’t say such things again.” But Cora has an extremely rare blood type, making it nearly impossible to find a suitable kidney donor. Cora’s eyes turned to me, scheming: “Auntie, aren’t you also a rare blood type? Can’t you give me a kidney?” She said it so lightly, as if she were asking for a common toy. I looked up at Gideon, expecting him to dissuade her from making such an unreasonable request. But he didn’t even glance at me; he just gently caressed Cora’s head with gentle eyes. “Don’t worry, leave everything to me.” I never expected he would get me drunk and forcibly conduct a compatibility test. That day was my birthday, and Cora dragged him to Disneyland early in the morning for a Halloween event. I didn’t expect Gideon to come back to celebrate my birthday with me. Just because Annie loves Halloween the most, I lost the right to celebrate my birthday. But who knew he would come home early and even brought me a pair of diamond earrings. He took the wine glass from my hand, opened a bottle of red wine with a pop, and under the light, the man looked as gentle as jade, his deep eyes filled with tenderness. He poured another glass of wine, drank it from where my lip print was on the glass. “Happy birthday, Lydia!” My heart pounded, staring at his lips and the movement of his Adam’s apple, my thoughts scattered. Then his warm hand touched my earlobe, putting the diamond earrings on me. He looked at me seriously, “Lydia, you’re really beautiful!” I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I only remember that although I could drink a lot without getting drunk, I passed out after just two with him. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital, and the stark white surroundings filled me with panic. I remembered Cora’s covetous eyes and her words, “Can’t you give me a kidney?” With trembling fingers, I touched my abdomen, and only when I felt my smooth skin did my heart settle back into my chest. Gideon was at my bedside, gently touching my head when he saw I was awake. “Thank goodness, you’re awake.” “I made you some hangover soup and pork congee with century egg. Alcohol is hard on the stomach, you need to take care of your body for Annie.” I lowered my eyes to the congee, which didn’t even have a shred of ginger, feeling more and more irritated. He remembered all my preferences, but only for Annie! He picked up the bowl to feed me, as if he hadn’t been the one to drug me. I pushed the bowl away, smashing it, and removed the earrings, tossing them aside. With red eyes, I questioned the man before me, “Isn’t there anything you want to say to me? Is this your birthday gift to me?” He looked down guiltily, avoiding my gaze. “You know I can’t refuse Annie.” “Her mother saved my life, Annie only has me.” So, you can’t refuse Annie, and you’re prepared to sacrifice me? My voice trembled, unwilling to give in as I pressed on, “Don’t I have any life-saving grace for you?” I touched a scar on my arm, “Did you forget? When the Wesley Family home caught fire, it was me who saved you!” “Annie only has you, but don’t I also only have you?” Last year, when my mother passed away, he made a vow in front of her shrine, promising never to let me down. But now? I trembled as I walked towards Gideon. “What next? If the match is successful, are you going to take my kidney without my consent?” “Gideon, what do you take me for?” 0
He clutched his prayer beads tightly, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes before returning to normal. “Your match with Annie is perfect, the transplant can be done immediately, Annie can’t wait any longer.” “I’ll hire the best doctors, you won’t feel any pain.” “I know this is cruel to you, tell me, what do you want? I’ll give you anything, just agree to give Annie a kidney…” “I’ll compensate you for your kindness to me.” He seemed to realize how excessive his request was, lowering his head, his voice getting softer. I let out a bitter laugh, Annie, it’s always Annie. Out of spite, I said, “Alright, if you’re willing to go to such lengths for your little adopted daughter, will you also agree to spend a night with me?” Hearing my words, his chest heaved violently, his previously emotionless eyes filled with shock. He sighed helplessly, “Lydia, don’t be unreasonable. The three-year vow isn’t up yet, I can’t break it. I’ll give you three days to think it over.” He turned and walked away, hesitating at the door: “Except for that, I can give you anything else.” But, Gideon, I don’t want anything else. I just want your love. Don’t you really know that? With a bang, the door closed, separating Gideon and me into two worlds. Like this three-year marriage, always respectful but never close, I never entered his heart. After leaving the hospital, I had nowhere to go, so I called some girlfriends to go to a bar. Since marrying Gideon, he said he was devoted to Buddhism, promising his mentor to return to secular life in three years. So everything at home followed the monastery’s rules, and I too followed a vegetarian diet for three years, never stepping into a place of entertainment, just to make him happy. But now, I feel like none of it matters anymore, I took off the light purple linen dress that suited Gideon’s taste. I changed into a wine-red sequin dress, painted on my favorite bright red lipstick, like a red rose blooming in the dark. My girlfriends surrounded me, teasing: “Oh, isn’t this our darling Lydia? How do you have time to join us today?” “Is Wesley letting you off the hook?” “It’s been ages since we last met, you better treat us today!” … I laughed and agreed, but inside, there was a bitter taste. Back then, I pursued Gideon passionately, finally marrying him, living a secluded life with him after marriage. Outsiders thought we were deeply in love, but little did they know he never touched me, and now he wants to forcibly take my kidney for his adopted daughter. I bitterly downed the whiskey in my glass, the alcohol burning my throat as past scenes replayed in my mind. When did I start liking Gideon? Maybe it was when I was 18, when the Nelson Family and Wesley Family elders planned a lake outing together. Phoenix and I were playfully fighting on the boat and accidentally fell into the water, he saved me in his white clothes. When my mother scolded me, he stood up for me, “Kids are bound to be playful, don’t scold her.” Or maybe it was when he happened to pass by and saved my little cat, Buddy, carefully wiping its blood with a handkerchief. Or maybe because every time he saw me, he would smile and call me Lydia with the gentlest eyes… I lost my father young, and my mother became more and more fierce and aggressive to support the vast Nelson Corporation, being very strict with me too. In my life, I had never met someone so gentle. But this gentle and respectful Gideon would become unprincipled and ruthless when it came to Cora. Even I wouldn’t be an exception. At this moment, my phone chimed with a message from Gideon, repeatedly asking where I was. As if he really cared about me. Does he care about me, or is he caring about my kidney for Cora? 0 Feeling restless, I grabbed a friend’s hand and headed to the center of the dance floor. The lights shone on my red dress as I danced, and for a moment, I became the center of attention. Many eyes watched me, exclamations echoing around. Voices shouted enthusiastically, “Sister, look at me!” “Sister, look at me!” … Just then, my gaze was drawn to a man in black casual wear not far away. He was wearing sunglasses and a mask, looking towards the dance floor. After three years of living together, I recognized him instantly, it was Gideon. But why would he, who always preferred quiet, come to a place like this? I thought of the concerned messages on my phone, a hint of joy in my heart, and was about to call his name. But then I saw him walk straight to a spot behind me. There, in the booth, dressed provocatively, Cora was with three male models. “Sis, look at me!”
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