The Fiancée Who Stole My Kidney

my kidney to save

al bed, calling me a "convenient organ don

uelty was ju

nd-run, my fiancée launched a vicious

r to walk into my sister's

a part of my body for had

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ur bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She said it with the sam

er suddenly seemed deafening. I put down the wrench I was cleaning, the co

in high school-widened with practiced innocence. "My father, Donny. He's in r

how to fish, how to tie a Windsor knot for my first real job

hat can we do? We'll raise mone

ait is too long. They' ve already tested me, my mother... no one in the family is a ma

her. "You ha

issive hand. "I had them run a few extra panels. Just in case. A

t like being led to the edge of a cliff by someone I trusted with my life. "Di

. She took my greasy hands in hers, ignoring the grime. "It's the ultimate sacrifice. It' s a testament to our love. Think

. It was the word she used when I proposed. It was the

orlds. I fixed cars for a living, finding satisfaction in making broken things whole again. She was a Decker, a name synonymous with old m

is. The ult

stion your place in this family. Not my mother, not our friends, no one." She leaned in, her lips close to my ea

man. I loved her enough to do anything. But this felt different. It fel

er of doubt, of fear for me. I found none. Al

that loved her, the part that had been trying to bridge the gap between our two worlds for

ut. I could hear the frant

and hollow, that I barely recogniz

the smile that had captivated me from day one, but for the

athed, kissing me hard. "I'll

ear, leaving me sitting there, covered in the day's grease, fe