My Kidney for His Hatred
The day my ex finally made it big, the doctor told me I had less than three months to live.
On TV, a reporter was interviewing James Larson.
“Mr. Larson, what drove you to success?”
James chuckled, but his eyes were misty.
“The biggest push? Probably when I was diagnosed with kidney disease eight years ago, and my ex walked out on me.”
“I’m grateful she didn’t marry me. That was the wake-up call I needed.”
After the interview, he called.
“Amelia Simmons, I made it. Do you regret it now?”
I rested a hand on the spot where my kidney used to be and let out a bitter laugh.
“I do. And I have cancer now. Happy?”
James sounded satisfied. “Serves you right.”
He never knew—I got cancer because I gave him my kidney all those years ago.