Destroying the Holy Husband

Gideon was at a loss, stammering and looking incredibly uncomfortable. He tried to avoid the camera, but I pulled him back into view.

"Honey, why are you so shy?" I asked. Then, I turned to the reporters and said, "My husband says if he can help others, he'd be happy to do it."

Forced to face the camera, Gideon put on a stiff smile.

Once he had composed himself, as if suddenly remembering his script, he began to put on a show of righteous indignation.

"I will donate my kidney to him if I'm a match. He's just too pitiful! I'll be getting tested with my wife. More options mean more hope!"

I could see right through him.

He didn't want to donate his kidney. He just wanted a good reputation.

With a little manipulation, he could claim my kidney was a better match and get away with it, all while looking like a hero.

This was exactly how it played out last time.

I wouldn't let him win like that again.

I didn't call him out. I simply allowed him to continue his performance.

With the reporter showering him with praise, Gideon started to relax, becoming more comfortable in front of the camera. He went back to playing the role of a good guy.

"People should be willing to help those in need. In the future, I plan to give this house to a homeless person who has nowhere to go."

I couldn't help but scoff inside. This house was mine, yet he spoke as though it were his to give away.

The reporter, thinking we were some wealthy family, teased him, "Mr. Huber, you must be rolling in money if you're casually giving away a house like this."

But Gideon, eager to highlight his holiness and selflessness, shocked everyone again.

"Not really. We only have this one house. But even if we end up on the streets, we must still help those in need!"

The reporter looked at Gideon with a strange expression and glanced at me with sympathy.

"Mr. Huber, you really are… quite the saint."

I nodded along, supporting everything Gideon said.

Gideon's story went viral. The fact that he selflessly donated a kidney to a stranger made people believe there were still good people in the world.

In an instant, everyone praised his virtue.

Gideon was on a roll, receiving praise from all sides.

I couldn't help but laugh. This was perfect. The higher he climbed, the harder he'd fall.

Gideon turned out to be a perfect donor match. On the way home, I couldn't stop smiling.

"Looks like Heaven saw your sincerity and chose you. You're doing such a good deed!"

Gideon didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice. His spirit had completely hit rock bottom.

He wanted to do good, but not at the cost of losing anything of his own. Helping others with no pain or sacrifice was the kind of help he preferred.

Regret was already creeping in.

He never expected that my results would come back as a mismatch, while he'd end up having to sacrifice his own kidney.

In my previous life, my kidney hadn't been a match either. Gideon had simply swapped our test results to save himself.

In the end, the patient died from organ rejection.

This time, under my watch, he wouldn't have the chance to play those games.

Gideon's expression shifted into a fawning look as he said gently, "Kenzie, maybe your parents could get tested too. That way, we could help even more people."