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!”