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.