When Her Male Best Friend Revealed His True Colors1
My mom lay in the hospital bed, her face swollen, tubes everywhere. The monitor blared with that awful beeping, each sound making everything feel more urgent.
The aftermath of the kidney removal was unbearable. She was living in constant pain.
Dad looked at me, desperate. “Jason, the kidney transplant is 500 thousand dollars. We sold the house for 400, but we’re still short 100 grand.”
“Can we ask Aurora to lend us the 100 thousand?”
“If we don’t get the transplant soon... your mother’s running out of time!”
I buried my face in my hands, struggling to breathe. “She’s not picking up her phone and ignoring my messages.”
Aurora Ellis was my fiancée. Six months ago, she fell seriously ill with uremia and struggled to find a suitable kidney donor.
That was when my mother matched with her.
After countless pleas, my mom agreed to donate one of her kidneys to Aurora. It saved her life, and she became a film star, raking millions each year.
But half a month ago, my mom’s age and a post-surgery infection took their toll. With only one kidney left, it failed, and she ended up in the hospital, enduring dialysis just to get by.
Dad sold everything of value in the house, but it still wasn’t enough for the transplant.
I reached out to Aurora for ten days straight but heard nothing.
Fearing she might be in trouble, I went a little crazy and called the police, but they couldn’t find her.
Another two weeks passed, and my mom couldn’t wait any longer. She left this world, taking her regrets with her.
My father, who had never hit me before, slapped me in anger and ended up having a stroke that left him paralyzed.
I knew he blamed me. If my mom hadn’t donated her kidney to Aurora, she wouldn’t have died.
I knelt at my mother’s grave, heartbroken, when suddenly I got a video from Aurora’s assistant. They were on vacation in Switzerland.
That’s when it hit me that at my mother’s end, when I felt completely lost, my fiancée was with another man.
“Need money?”
Three days later, after thirty-three days of silence, Aurora finally called me back. Her voice was icy.
“Your mom isn’t going to die anytime soon. She can hang on for a couple more days!”
“I’m on vacation. We can talk when I get back!”
And then she hung up.
My heart felt like it was being stabbed. The wounds were raw and would never heal.
“Let’s break up!”
I made the painful decision and blocked her.