The Price of My Kidney
Language: en
I thought I was marrying for love. Instead, I walked straight into a slaughterhouse, all carefully arranged just for me. The fiancé I'd loved for three years slipped an organ donation form between the pages of our marriage paperwork and tricked me into signing it — all to save his adopted sister, a girl he shared no blood with. When the anesthesia wore off, I was missing a kidney, and I'd been thrown out into a thunderstorm like garbage. They thought I was as good as dead. What they didn't know was that I clawed my way back out of hell on nothing but the will to get even. I was going to…