My Kidney Paid For His Affair
Language: en
On the fiftieth day after I donated a kidney to my mother-in-law, my husband, Marcus Thorne, had also been gone for a month. My surgical wound was severely infected and festering, but after emptying my pockets, I couldn't even afford the cheapest anti-inflammatory medicine. As I lingered outside the hospital, a stranger stopped me. "Madam, I'm Kevin, Mr. Thorne's new assistant. He asked me to deliver the restaurant's booking confirmation for your review." I stood in the cold wind, my mind a complete blank. Seeing that I didn't take it, Kevin simply opened the document respectfully and…