My Husband Wanted My Kidney
Nelson Smith has been struggling for survival due to kidney failure. Without a transplant, he has less than four months to live.
No one in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents or cousins, except for one person, Janice Capuno, his wife.
Janice used to be the darling of a wealthy Dynasty, until she hid her identity and married the man she loves, Nelson Smith, against her parent's wishes.
Instead of getting love, she was treated like a servant by her mother-in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but for her husband, his love towards her remained unshakable. He'd never ceased defending and protecting her from his family, that's why when the doctors confirmed her to be a match, she didn't hesitate to get herself cut open to save Nelson's life.
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There was barely thirty minutes to the surgery, and Janice was already in her hospital gown, waiting to get cut and her kidney given out to save her husband's life, when the reality of everything she had believed in came changing in her eyes.
"Babe....my phone...switch it off...battery." Nelson pointed to his bag weakly before the sedative took full action on him. Just before she'll put the phone off, a WhatsApp notification suddenly popped up. It was from Tricia, his University ex-girlfriend.
"Baby, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
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Chapter 1
Janice stood in the quiet sterile room of the hospital, the acrid smell of the hospital disinfectants infesting her nostrils as she stood in the hospital gown, her hands clutched to the consent forms that's awaiting her signature to save a life.
Only her breathing and that of Nelson, struggling for his life could be heard in the silent room.
For the past nine months, her husband, Nelson Smith has been fighting for his life due to kidney failure, and without surgery, he has less than four months to live.
Nobody in his family matched after tests were done. Not even his siblings, parents, or cousins, except one person; Janice Capuno, his wife.
"Mrs. Smith, I know this might be hard on you, but you have to be strong, not just for yourself, but for your husband." Nurse Tiana said calmly, patting her back when she saw the uncertainty in Janice's expression.
"Ms. Smith, you have thirty minutes left to get yourself ready for prep." The surgeon said when he stopped by to check on her.
Even though she had been hoping and praying for this surgery to be successful, her heart never stopped sinking, a mixture of emotions swirled inside her, excitement, fear, and relief.
After the next thirty minutes, she'll have only one kidney to survive on for the rest of her life.
'What if that one fails in the near future and she finds it difficult to get a match?' she thought, but immediately, she shut her eyes closed to dismiss fear and all negative thoughts.
Besides, she has made up her mind already. She's ready to cut open her body to save the man she had promised to love in sickness and in health, and nothing will make her to back down because she can't afford her husband's blood to be on her hands when she knows that she has every opportunity to save him.
Ten minutes later, the nurses came to Prep Nelson. They gave him a mild sedative to relax him before the main amnesia.
Janice held his hands, her eyes on the verge of tears as she whispered words of encouragement and love to her husband, while she watched his gradually failing eyes.
"Babe...my phone... switch it off... battery" Nelson muttered, pointing a finger at his bag before finally falling asleep.
Janice picked up the phone to switch it off, but before she pressed the power button, the screen light flashed as a whatsapp notification popped up. It was from Tricia, Nelson's college sweetheart, the same woman he wanted to marry years back but she abandoned him when he couldn't meet up to her financial standard.
"Babe, has the fool gone into the theatre yet? I can't wait for this to be over. Once you get the kidney, we're done with her." The message read.
Janice blinked, her blood turned ice and her body stiffened up immediately. A sharp pain struck her heart as if being pierced by a double edged sword.
Before she could blink again, another notification popped up, a debit alert from his bank for a transfer done to Tricia.
She tried to unlock the phone, but the password she knew has been changed. Her body began to quiver.
She pressed her thumb, and luckily enough, her thumbprint was still saved in the phone, so it got unlocked instantly.
Without hesitation, she logged into his bank app and scrolled through the recent transactions history, her entire body stiffened.
It all started five months ago. The same month that Nelson began to act cold towards her. The same month that she complained about feeling unloved, but Nelson waved it off with the lame excuse of being under the trauma of kidney failure, and since then, he stopped all forms of intimacy with her. In just five months, the amount of money that Nelson had sent to Tricia was ten times what he had spent on her as his wife of three years.
She quickly scrolled up their WhatsApp chats, her eyes were already sullen with tears and her hands began to tremble that the phone almost fell off.
Date: 3 months ago
Nelson: The doctor said Janice is a match. Thank God, I don't have to spend millions to buy a kidney.
Tricia: Are you sure you can tolerate her? You said you wanted to divorce her next month.
Nelson: I have to pretend babe. I have to be sweet. Once I get the kidney and recover, I will file for a divorce. I can't be with a woman that has only one kidney. I need a complete woman like you.
Date: Last week
Tricia: Hope she doesn't back out.
Nelson: She won't. She's stupidly in love. She's already convinced that I'm buying her a car and as well taking her to Canada for the two weeks vacation as I've promised. She doesn't know that the only thing she's getting is a divorce.
'Hmmmmmm.' Janice breathed deeply, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her sleeping husband. He looks peaceful and innocent.
For three years, she abandoned her wealthy family identity and her career as an ambitious interior designer in California and willingly relocated to New York after marrying Nelson Smith against her family's wishes.
Instead of happiness, she was treated as a servant by her mother in-law, mocked as a gold-digger by her sister in-law, but amidst all, Nelson never stops loving and defending her.
For that, she ensured to use her connections, secretly working underground to uplift his business and give him a bigger name in the society, from a common struggling business man to the President of the Smiths Enterprise, the largest textile and manufacturing industry in the city.
For nine months, she washed, fed and prayed for him, yet, instead of seeing her as a wife, he only saw her as a foolish organ donor to be discarded like a squeezed orange once he gets what he wants.
Janice squeezed her eyes shut to force back the tears that were threatening to fall when she heard footsteps approaching.
"It's almost time. You need to come with me." The surgeon said as he entered.
Janice glanced at the watch on her wrist, there's just fifteen minutes left, and the waiting room is flooded already with family and close friends waiting to hear the success of the surgery.
"Ok doctor. But can you please give me a few minutes? I need to use the restroom." She said, her voice calm and frail.
The doctor nodded. " But don't take too long. This is the critical hour."
Janice looked at the consent forms in hands, thankfully, she was yet to endorse her signature.
Without hesitation, she took her phone and slouched to the restroom.
Every word from the conversation flashed her memory, and this time, she couldn't hold her tears back anymore.
The hospital gown she wore was already soaked in tears while she wept and thought of the best way out, but her brain became totally blank.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring.
When she looked at the caller ID, she heaved a sigh of relief.
It was Dian, her best friend–the only person who never mocks her decision.
"Hi Janice, sorry for taking too long to come. I'll be at the hospital in the..." Dian tried to explain when Janice cut in impatiently.
"Dian, don't bother coming to the hospital anymore. I'll text you an address where we can meet."
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a smug smile washed over her face.
"You want to get my kidney for free while you save your money to have a better life with your mistress...then let me show you a better way to save enough money." Janice thought to herself with a wicked smirk, and without hesitation she logged into his bank app and made a transfer of 99.9 billion out of the 100 billion left in his account.
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She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
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Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
9.6
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.4
I was a New York photographer, but I woke up under the brutal sun of the African savanna.
Worse, I wasn't human. I was trapped in the body of a male cheetah, with two starving cubs clinging to my fur, telepathically calling me "Mom."
But I am a real man!
To keep my adopted sons alive, I had to fight hyenas and dodge rogue lions. But the real nightmare was my bizarre survival mechanism. Under extreme threat, I would uncontrollably shift back into my human form—stark, undeniably naked. I was forced to sprint across the plains with my bare skin exposed, carrying two cubs while escaping furious lionesses. I became a freak, the most confusing and humiliating legend of the animal kingdom.
Covered in bloody scratches and mud, I was pushed to the brink of despair. Why was I thrown into this beast's body? Why did my only defense mechanism involve profound social death?
Just when I barely survived a cliff dive to escape the lions, my path was blocked by two massive, highly intelligent prime male cheetahs.
But the alpha, Bradley, didn't want to kill me for my territory.
His intense gaze raked over my naked, bleeding human body with a dark, possessive hunger.
"You are full of surprises."
He purred smoothly, teaching me to magically summon a fur skirt before demanding I join his coalition.
"Oh, you'll come to me. I guarantee it."
Looking into his predatory eyes, I realized I was no longer just surviving the wild; I was the prey of a completely different kind of beast.
7.7
Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat.
She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items.
Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore.
She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player.
"He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you."
Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely.
"Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement."
Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang.
Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game.
Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited.
Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta?
And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night?
As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face.
The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.