My sister got sick, and my husband forced me to give her my kidney. I’d been malnourished since childhood—even drawing a vial of blood could nearly kill me. But my husband said, “Your life or death means nothing to me. Vera is the one I truly love!” Only then did I realize—he’d loved only my sister all along! I looked at my parents standing nearby. They were calm and indifferent, not caring at all. I watched helplessly as my husband signed the consent form, then Mom tied me down on the operating table while Dad personally picked up the scalpel. Powerless to struggle, I made one final request: I want a divorce. My husband agreed. He wanted me to give up hope. But later, when I developed a post-surgical infection and forgot everything, he completely fell apart. When I opened my eyes, Garrett Sawyer stood before me. I tried to sit up, only to discover my arms were strapped tightly to a hospital chair! Before I could process what was happening, Garrett suddenly spoke: “After all these years together, it’s time you repaid me!” “I need you to save Vera.” My heart seized with panic. “Garrett… what are you talking about?” A cold voice came from beside me: “He’s telling you to give your kidney to Vera.” Only then did I notice—my sister Vera and my parents were also here! A while back, my sister was diagnosed with a serious illness. Shortly after, Garrett took me to get a physical exam. And ever since we were young, Garrett had been… no, he’d always been lukewarm toward me, but with my sister—he treated her like she was more precious than his own eyes. A terrible suspicion became clearer and clearer in my mind. Would he sacrifice my life for my sister? I still didn’t want to believe it. I resisted desperately: “What does that have to do with me! I’m your wife!” “How can you force me to donate a kidney?!” But Garrett looked at me and let out an inexplicable cold laugh. “What kind of wife are you? Vera is the one in my heart.” “You’re just a trophy wife!” I froze. I understood each word individually, but strung together they made no sense. What did he mean that Vera was the one in his heart? After all these years of marriage, he still couldn’t let her go? Then what was I? My sister looked confused too. She turned to look at Garrett. Garrett smiled at her tenderly. The nylon zip ties binding my arms grew tighter and tighter, already cutting into my skin and drawing blood. But seeing Garrett smile at her hurt even more. Like someone had taken a knife and split my heart open. Garrett stood up. “I didn’t want to say it, but Vera is sick. I can’t keep silent anymore.” He walked over to my sister and carefully took her hand, cradling it like a precious treasure. “Vera is the one I love! You’re just my wife in name only!” “If you hadn’t stolen the position of eldest daughter, why would I have ever married you?” My head buzzed like I’d been struck. I shook my head frantically. “No… that’s absolutely impossible!” Garrett said, “What’s impossible?” “You don’t believe me? I only married you back then because you were close to Vera—I could always see her!” I bit down hard, crying and screaming without restraint, my voice cracked with grief. “Garrett, Garrett… I was wrong. Did I make you angry again?” “Don’t say that—I’m your wife!” I begged him desperately: “Look at my hands, I’m bleeding…” “Hold me please, it hurts so much…” But Garrett looked at me coldly, disgusted and resolute as he shouted: “Don’t call me that! It disgusts me!” “I never wanted to touch you. Every time I see you, I feel like I’ve betrayed Vera!” I opened my mouth, my voice unsteady. “But last night you… you took me out for cake…” That was the tender moment I’d dreamed of for so long. Why take it away so quickly when I’d only just received it… I collapsed on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The heart I’d been trying so hard to warm up for so long—it had almost gotten warm. But reality struck me like a thunderbolt: “So what?” “You’re not as important as Vera.” “Besides, it’s just one kidney. I already asked—you won’t die.” Seeing no hope of rescue, I suddenly turned to my sister. “Vera, save me!” My sister was especially upright and kind. She would never accept… But the next second, what she said shattered my world!
“Garrett has already sacrificed so much for me. This time you must save me!!” A tearful voice cut off all my fantasies with finality. I turned my head in shock to see my sister struggling to stand from her wheelchair, trembling as she threw herself into Garrett’s arms! Only then did I see my sister’s body clearly. Even with my parents’ devoted care, she’d been ravaged by illness beyond recognition. She’d told me countless times that she wanted to live healthy and whole. Now an opportunity that required no sacrifice from her lay right before her—of course she would fight for it without hesitation. Garrett also embraced her tenderly, comforting her continuously. “I’m sorry, Vera. I’ve wronged you all these years.” “From now on, I’ll be twice as good to you!” Garrett cried as he held her. “I’m sorry, my love…” “Whether she lives or dies means nothing to me. I will save you!” I watched as the tiny bit of affection I’d worked so hard to maintain flowed toward her like water. Suddenly, a metallic sweetness surged in my throat, but I forced it down hard. I laughed at myself mockingly. An ordinary person might survive donating a kidney. But I’d been weak since childhood, growing up frail and delicate. My body was already ruined. Losing even a little more blood could cost me half my life. I watched them embrace, then suddenly remembered something and instinctively looked up at my parents. But they just stood there indifferently, as if this absurd situation had nothing to do with them. They didn’t cry for their daughter’s predicament, nor did they have any intention of saving their biological daughter—me. I said shakily, “Don’t you care at all?” “I’m your biological daughter. Why won’t you save me?” They shook their heads. “So what if you’re our biological daughter?” “We’ve raised Vera all these years. She’s more devoted to us. If we can trade you for Vera’s life, we don’t mind.” Is this the normal reaction of parents who love their child? I trembled and lowered my head. So love only flows to the people they favor. And I’m just trash abandoned by everyone. But even trash wants to live! I used every ounce of strength to shout at them, “You can’t do this! It’s illegal!” Garrett looked at me. “It doesn’t matter. Nominally I’m your husband. I’ll sign your kidney donation consent form.”
“We consent too.” My parents finally spoke, their voices flat. “Either way, we watched Vera grow up. We care about her.” Garrett and my parents had casually sentenced me to death without a second thought. My voice hoarse, I called out to Garrett, refusing to give up. I couldn’t believe that after all these years together, he had no feelings for me—less than his idealized first love? Perhaps I called out too miserably. Garrett turned around and stood motionless for a long moment. Dad frowned and grabbed Garrett’s wrist. Garrett gently pulled away. He turned back, eyes red, voice trembling. “I know it’s not fair to you, but Vera is my love.” “All these years I’ve thought of her, loved her. No matter what, you must donate this kidney.” Garrett took a deep breath. “I asked—you won’t die. You’ll just be in poor health afterward.” “When you come out, I’ll compensate you and take good care of you.” Years of companionship vanished in an instant. In the end, all I got was: you won’t die. “Ha…” I laughed in self-abandonment, cursing myself masochistically. “I won’t survive. I’ll definitely die.” Garrett interrupted me in horror, shouting, “Impossible! I’m having your father perform the surgery himself!” Even Dad, a medical sage, couldn’t save someone who wanted to die. My silent mother helped me up, then together with a nurse, strapped me to the operating table like a fish awaiting slaughter. Dad held the surgical consent form. Garrett quickly signed his name. I lay there on my side, powerlessly watching. Until Dad was about to wheel me into the operating room. I blinked, staring emptily at the ceiling as tears slid down. I forced a smile uglier than crying and said, “I can give it to her. My kidney, my life—whatever.” “But I have one condition…” “I want a divorce.” Garrett frowned and scolded loudly, “Why bring that up now? Are you still trying to resist?!” “Vera suffered so much because of you, waited all these years—and you dare make demands?!” Suffered? Who really suffered all these years, now reduced to gambling with their life? I just wanted release. Mom sighed. “After all these years, let her know the truth.” “It’s good for her to give up hope.” Garrett also spoke, impatient. “Fine, I’ll sign! From now on, we’re even.” I smiled with relief. Good. After all these years of devotion, I should finally give up hope.
To increase the surgery’s success rate, Dad didn’t give me enough anesthesia. I could even feel the scalpel slicing through my flesh and tissue. It hurt so much. When people are afraid, they instinctively call for the person they depend on most. But just as the words left my mouth, I suddenly became coldly aware: I had no one left to turn to. Dad, wearing a mask, glanced at me with a complex expression that finally settled into coldness. “You should have known.” My pupils dilated slightly. Hearing his words, I only found it laughable. I said softly, “I’m sorry for the trouble… Doctor.” He seemed even more displeased. His movements became rougher. I jerked in pain, breaking out in cold sweat. He said nothing more, focusing on the surgery. The surgery took a long time—so long I felt like I’d already died. Much later, Dad sewed the final stitch. He sighed and said quietly, “It’s over.” I blinked and said flatly, “Thank you… Doctor.” After hearing that, he paused, then silently packed up his instruments. From inside the operating room, I could hear voices outside. I heard Garrett rush over anxiously, asking, “How is she?” Dad removed his mask, voice weary. “The surgery itself… was successful. But her constitution is too poor. From now on, she’ll need constant, careful care.” Garrett murmured, “As long as she’s alive… as long as she’s alive…” Garrett suddenly remembered something and turned to my parents. “I’m leaving her to you. Do what you think best.” My parents hadn’t had time to respond. Suddenly I began vomiting blood—great mouthfuls without warning! The junior nurse assisting nearby panicked and fell to the ground. She scrambled to the doorway on hands and knees, shouting urgently. “Doctor! The patient is hemorrhaging post-op!” “And she seems to have an infection!!!” As soon as she spoke, Dad panicked. He turned and ran to my side, shouting emergency instructions as he ran. Garrett’s voice also rose sharply with alarm. “What’s happening?! She was fine just now?!” But my pupils continued to dilate. I heard Garrett trying to burst in but being held back, able only to keep asking what was wrong. In the chaos, an assistant pushed through with documents. His voice was hesitant, but he spoke anyway. “Mr. Sawyer, this is the expedited divorce decree confirmation you requested. They said it’s been processed according to your instructions…” “Also, your wife appears to be… pregnant…”
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