My Kidney Paid For His Affair

On the fiftieth day after I donated a kidney to my mother-in-law, my husband, Marcus Thorne, had also been gone for a month.

My surgical wound was severely infected and festering, but after emptying my pockets, I couldn't even afford the cheapest anti-inflammatory medicine.

As I lingered outside the hospital, a stranger stopped me.

"Madam, I'm Kevin, Mr. Thorne's new assistant. He asked me to deliver the restaurant's booking confirmation for your review."

I stood in the cold wind, my mind a complete blank.