After I Die, He Has No Love In His Heart

We were camping when my husband Adrian Gibson's ex, ex-girlfriend, Kayla Turner, came down with a fever. Adrian asked me to fetch some water for Kayla while he stayed in the RV to take care of her.

Staggering towards the RV, I weakly pushed open the door. "Honey, help me. It hurts so bad..."

Adrian glanced over, annoyed, catching sight of the blood. "You got your period? Don't get blood on Kayla's new seat cover. She'd hate that."

Little did Adrian know, just two hours earlier, some thugs had knocked me out and stolen my kidney. That blood wasn't from my period. It was coming from my abdomen.

I was dying.

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Dragging my feeble body, I staggered toward the RV. "Honey, open up..."

Inside, Adrian was close, comforting his ex, Kayla. They were nestled together.

The pain from being cut open spread all over my body, every limb numb with pain.

The RV door remained shut, but I could clearly hear them laughing inside.

I knocked as hard as I could. "Adrian..."

Just when I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, the door suddenly opened.

Adrian looked pissed and snapped, "I sent you for water. Why'd it take you so long? Where is it?"

I weakly looked at Adrian, grappling with intense pain, and pleaded, "I'm dying. Please, can you... Take me to the hospital..."

Each word I spoke pulled at my abdomen. The agony was unbearable, spreading through my whole body.

Adrian glanced at me with disgust as he saw the blood.

He frowned slightly. "You got your period?"

I tried to climb into the RV, but Adrian pushed me away without a second thought.

I couldn't keep my balance and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Adrian's look of disdain grew deeper.

He said, "Kayla's got a fever. I need to take her to the hospital.

You're covered in blood. Take a cab home, okay? Don't get blood on Kayla's new seat cover. She'd hate that."

The pain chilled me to the bone.

Adrian didn't realize that while he had sent me to fetch water, I had been ambushed by thugs who had stolen my kidney. All that blood was from my abdomen.

I was pale as death, but he didn't see it.

I was covered in blood, but he didn't care.

All he cared about was getting Kayla to the hospital because of her fever.

All he worried about was if I stained Kayla's new seat cover, she would be upset.

As the RV door closed, I gave up struggling.

Lying there on the ground, I looked up at the sky with a faint smile.

I thought, "Maybe dying like this isn't so bad after all."