Stealing My Kidney For Her Ex

My wife secretly took me for a "routine checkup" to see if I was a kidney match for her first love, who had just been in a car crash. When the results came back positive, she was ecstatic and tried to coax me into signing the consent forms. "Logan, it's just one kidney! You won't die without it. Stop acting like such a dramatic baby!" "I promise, as long as you help Ryan survive this, I'll give you a baby!" I laughed bitterly. "A baby? You're delusional. Only my wife gets to carry my child. Who the hell are you?" "Why the sudden family wellness checkup?" I stared out the car window, my voice flat. Maya gave an awkward laugh and squeezed my hand. "I'm just worried about your parents' health. And yours! You've been working late nights for years, wrecking your body. A full screening will give me peace of mind." "You're the backbone of this family. What happens to us if you collapse?" My parents, sitting in the backseat, nodded in agreement. "Logan, Maya loves you. Just listen to your wife." I turned and looked straight into her eyes. Maya flinched, looking away, her grip on my hand tightening nervously. "Babe, do you really think I'd ever hurt you?" I didn't say a word. I just watched her. No matter how calm she pretended to be, her body language betrayed her lies. Just a moment ago, when I looked out the window, I noticed three black SUVs tailing us. No legitimate hospital would ever perform an organ harvest against someone's will. Judging by the situation, Maya had found an underground clinic—the kind where cash bought whatever surgery you wanted. Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I said quietly, "Maya, I know everything." "This isn't a health checkup. You brought us here to see if my kidney matches Ryan's, didn't you?" The name Ryan hit her like a thunderbolt. Her palm instantly broke out into a cold sweat. "Babe, what are you talking about? Ever since we got married, there hasn't been another man in my life." "Really?" I challenged. "A week ago, Ryan totaled his car in an accident. Don't tell me you don't know." "I heard his kidneys are failing. If he doesn't find a matching donor immediately, necrosis will set in and he'll die." As soon as the words left my mouth, Maya slowly pulled her hand away, guilt written all over her face. She didn't deny it. My heart plummeted into an icy abyss. "Babe, I would never hurt you. Don't overthink this." "The crash was an accident. Ryan was just an innocent victim. I won't let anything happen to him—and I won't let anything happen to you either." Seeing the raw heartbreak in her eyes for another man felt like a vice crushing my chest. I could barely breathe. "Ryan is an illegal street racer. How many families has he ruined over the years by blowing through red lights?" "Even this crash was entirely his fault! If his family didn't have heavy political clout, he'd already be in prison—" "Logan!" Maya snapped, cutting me off. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she glared at me. "That's not true!" "He's a racer! He loves the adrenaline, that's all. You have no right to judge him!" "Besides, I'm only asking you to get tested! Even if you're a match, donating one kidney won't ruin your life." "Just do this for me, please? Save his life! As long as he pulls through, I promise I'll give you a baby!" She looked at me pleadingly. I was sick to my stomach. This was the same woman who had refused to have children for five years, terrified of ruining her figure. Now, she was offering up a child as a bargaining chip—all for Ryan. "Maya, you never used to be this shameless."Disappointment dripped from every word. Maya seemed to notice, grabbing my sleeve tightly. From the moment she forced me into this car, I knew who truly mattered to her. No matter how much I gave, even if I laid down my life, I would never measure up to Ryan. For the next few hours, I stayed silent. The black SUVs boxed us in. My elderly parents were in the backseat, completely at Maya's mercy. I couldn't run. Whatever the test results showed, my marriage to Maya was over. The driver pulled up in front of a rusted, abandoned warehouse with heavy iron gates. The second the car doors opened, several burly men surrounded us. "We're taking him in first. Make sure you wire the rest of the payment." Maya stood frozen, silent. My parents were shoved back into the car by armed guards. If I fought back, they'd hurt my parents. My only desperate prayer was that my blood and tissue didn't match Ryan's. I was dragged down into a filthy underground operating room. The air reeked of mildew and blood. Inside an open medical supply box on a metal counter, rats scurried around cotton swabs. The shady surgeon took my blood, glancing at me with a smirk. "I've been in this business a long time, but this is the first time I've seen a wife sell out her own husband." "That little lady out there is ruthless. She even held your folks hostage so you wouldn't bolt." I said nothing. Every syllable was a dagger twisting in my gut. When the thick needle pierced my vein, pain shot up my arm, turning my face ghostly pale. Two hours later, the results were in. A perfect match. When Maya heard the news, her face lit up with pure joy. She grabbed the surgeon's hand, practically begging him to harvest my kidney immediately. I stared at the woman I had shared a bed with for five years in utter disbelief. At that moment, every ounce of love I had for her turned to ash. "Maya! Logan has treated you like a queen all these years! How could you do this to him?!" My mother broke free from the car and ran toward us, only for a bodyguard to yank her by the hair, throwing her to the ground. "Get your hands off my mom!" I screamed, lunging forward, but it was useless. Two thugs tackled me, tying my hands and feet before dragging me toward the basement OR. Throughout it all, Maya watched with cold indifference. "Logan, I'm sorry. If you weren't a match, I wouldn't have forced you. But the doctor said your kidney can save Ryan. I can't let him die!" "The surgery will be quick, don't worry! I asked the doctor—you can live a normal life with one kidney. You won't die!" "Babe, don't hate me. I love you so much. Once Ryan is out of danger, I will give you anything you want." Her hollow promises shredded whatever was left of my heart. "Save your breath. The moment this is over, we're getting a divorce." Maya froze. Her eyes went wide, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Logan, I know you're mad. I know I crossed the line, but I had no choice!" "Don't say things you don't mean! Once Ryan and you both heal, we'll go back to our happy life." "Didn't you always want kids? I'll give them to you! As many as you want, okay?!" Her voice trembled as she tried to clutch my hand. The surgeon tapped his watch impatiently. "Are we doing this or what?""Do it! Do it now!" Maya ordered without a second of hesitation. Minutes later, I was strapped to a cold metal table. The anesthetic they gave me was clearly cut or underdosed. I could feel the scalpel slicing through layers of my flesh. I wanted to scream, but my vocal cords were paralyzed, my limbs limp and useless. For a terrifying moment, I genuinely thought I was going to die on that table. When I finally opened my eyes, three days had passed. Because Maya had obtained the kidney illegally, she couldn't risk taking me to a real hospital. She kept me locked in our guest bedroom. The unlicensed surgeon was sent over once a day to change my dressings. A maid dropped off bland food during the day. Maya never showed up once. I lay in bed, staring down at the jagged, butchered scar running across my abdomen. The stitches were crude and uneven—an absolute hack job. Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I picked it up. A message from Ryan flashed on the screen: "How are you feeling, bro? Maya told me you willingly gave up a kidney to save my life." "I wanted to visit you the second I woke up, but Maya wouldn't let me out of bed until I fully recover." "Take good care of yourself while Maya's away. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her for you." Attached was a photo. Maya was curled up asleep against the edge of Ryan's hospital bed, her hand resting on his thigh. This wasn't the first time he had sent me pictures like this. A year ago, Maya's company landed a partnership with Ryan's firm. When her boss found out they were old flames, he put her in charge of the account. During that month, Maya barely came home. And every night, Ryan would text me a photo of Maya asleep beside him. Back then, I blinded myself with excuses, telling myself she was just exhausted from work. Now, looking at the picture, a mocking smirk touched my lips. The same cheap parlor trick. It might have stung the first time, but after so many, I felt completely numb. I blocked his number and tossed the phone onto the nightstand. Just as I closed my eyes, Maya called. "Logan, there's a limit to how childish you can be! It's just a kidney. You're not going to die, so stop throwing a tantrum!" Her sudden barrage of insults left me baffled. Her anger was entirely psychotic. "Ryan just wanted to thank you! Why did you block him?" "Apologize to him right now, and I'll let this go." I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. "Why the hell should I apologize? Another man texts me photos of my wife sleeping by his bed in the middle of the night, and blocking him is a crime?" "What did you expect me to do? Throw a parade and ask him if he's sleeping with you?!" "Logan!" Maya shrieked through the speaker, her fury palpable. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?!" "I know you're bitter! That's why I stayed at the hospital to take care of Ryan instead of coming home—I wanted to give you space to cool down! I've told you a hundred times: I'm your wife. I would never cheat on you!" "Ryan and I are just friends!" If Ryan's wealthy, elitist parents hadn't fiercely opposed their relationship years ago, claiming Maya's background was too common, she would have married him in a heartbeat. Even after marrying me, she spent countless nights locked in her study, secretly stalking Ryan's social media accounts. If she loved him so much, why the hell did she drag me into marriage? "Friends? Maya, do you even believe your own lies?" Silence stretched across the line. Silence was all the answer I needed. "Whatever. That doesn't matter." "We can't talk about this over the phone. I'm coming home right now." "Logan, stop picking fights with me. I want a real future with you. Remember what I promised before the surgery?" "I know you've spent the last five years begging for a baby. As soon as your incision heals, I'll give you one." Her voice even sounded cheerful. As if offering her womb was some grand act of mercy I should drop to my knees and thank her for! Five years. Five years of devotion, patience, and love—and this was what it boiled down to. A wave of intense nausea hit me. She made me sick! "A baby? Maya, you're delusional. Only my wife gets to carry my child. Who the hell are you?"