"Then how are you?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.
"I'm fine," he said as usual.
As if everything was fine. As if I never existed.
Then, he uttered the words that crushed me. "From now on, Alexa will take care of you."
"No need, Dylan. I can take care of myself," I refused.
However, Dylan snapped at me. "You refuse my orders? You need to wake up, Gisella. You're already weak and can't do anything else!"
My hands were shaking. My eyes were hot.
"Dylan, I became weak because I gave you my kidney," my voice was almost inaudible.
Dylan chuckled sarcastically. "Why are you bringing it up? Forgot the favor I did for your family?"
I swallowed my bitterness. I hadn't forgotten. But did he forget that I gave him a piece of my life?
"I remember your help, so you should remember mine," I said irritably.
"Sorry to interrupt, can any of you take me to the bathroom?" Alexa said suddenly.
Dylan immediately turned his head. "I'll walk you."
Without hesitation, without turning to me. He walked away.
I froze, suspicion burning in my chest. I followed them. At that moment, I realized that something was even more painful than losing my kidney—losing my husband, who was still alive right in front of me.