Died with My DaughterChapter 1
While my daughter, Adeline, awaited a kidney transplant, my husband, Paul, sat with Beatrix’s son during a checkup. Only thirty minutes before the operation, the kidney my daughter had been waiting for was taken from her.
When I confronted him in desperation, Paul’s response was chillingly simple. “Your life was saved by Beatrix, and she only has one son. Consider this repayment for the life you owe her.”
Beatrix’s son received the kidney, and my daughter died of organ failure.
From that moment, I swore I’d repay Beatrix. But when I tried to do so, Paul looked at me with horror, pressing down on my wound. “I was wrong! Please—don’t die!”
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“Harith had a car accident. I’m waiting with Beatrix for the test results. I may not make it in time for Adeline’s surgery.” Paul’s voice carried Beatrix’s sobs as if they were his own.
I ended the call, fighting back tears. Forcing a smile, I kissed my daughter’s forehead. “Daddy ran into a little trouble on his way. But Adeline, you’re brave, right? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Adeline nodded, her eyes uncertain. “Mommy, please stay close. I’m scared.”
As the red light over the operating room turned on, I took a shaky breath, composing myself as I pulled the divorce papers from my bag. Once Adeline’s surgery succeeded, I’d be done. What she needed was a real father, not just a title.
Then, abruptly, the operating room light switched off. A doctor rushed out. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “we’ve just been informed that the hospital received a car accident patient in critical need. The kidney we’d planned to use for Adeline has been reassigned.”
For a moment, my world went black. Desperately, I fought to stay calm. “Where is...the person who took Adeline’s kidney?”
At the other end of the hallway, I heard a woman’s quiet sobs. Even if he’d turned to ashes, I’d know that figure anywhere.
It took only a second for everything to click. Only Paul could redirect the kidney at the last minute as he is also one of Adeline’s guardians.
“Paul! That’s Adeline’s kidney—the one she’s waited for all year!” My voice quivered. As I bolted towards the operating room, I slapped Paul with all the anger that boiled inside me. Paul’s lip bled from my slap, but his face remained passive.