I did it for Alex Peterson, the man I loved, the man I had spent the last three years building a life with. The doctors said he was terminally

struggling artist I had fallen for. I pictured him recovering, getting his strength back, us finally movi

y drowsy thoughts. The door to my room was slightly ajar. I recogn

with a humor I didn't understand. "You told her you were dying, and

ful lurch. Naive? Wh

with a coldness I had never heard before. He scoffed. "She's always been easy to fool.

d by a chilling dread. This wasn't right. Th

hloe?" Mark asked. "Se

family, the one my parents adored while I was just

his voice was like a physical blow. "I never loved Sarah.

hree years. Our entire relationship, every laugh, every shared secret, eve

artist' thing was an act

fts as a nurse to pay our rent, I was just waiting. The heir to Peterson T

nted to partner with. And Chloe... Chloe was my sister. The sister who always got everything. My parents had adopted me, Sarah Miller, but they had given their hearts to their biological daughter, Chloe Davis. They gave her

gaping wound that had just been torn open in my heart. He never loved me. He used me.

ing that shattered the

g to do with the kidne

l have them dispose of it. Or donate it to science. It's kind of funny, isn

oth la

y disbelief and left only a hollow, aching emptiness. My kidney. The part of m

d out by a tsunami of betrayal, a pain so profound it left me numb. I lay there, motionless, as the truth settled over me

o form in the wreckage of my heart. It was a tiny, hard kernel of something cold and sharp. It

as w

a marriage my parents had tried to set for Chloe. A marriage to a reclusive, paralyzed tech billiona

rms. I would take back everything that was mine. My name, my company, m