I Gave him my Kidney:He Gave me Divorce Papers

RUBY

ONE MONTH AGO

"Congratulations, Mrs. Osborne! You and your husband will be discharged by tomorrow," the doctor said.

I smiled, though the acupuncture point and surgery stitches still hurt. I could barely move my mouth.

The doctor checked my husband's pulse before leaving. I wheeled my chair closer to him, where he lay in bed.

His face lit up with a gentle smile that I adored. "Thank you so much, Ruby. I’ll never forget this."

I chuckled softly and leaned over to feel his pulse. His temperature was stable, and I felt grateful.

"Hubby, are you okay? Do your stitches still hurt?” I asked, pushing aside my own pain.

He smiled again. “Worry about yourself first. How are your stitches?”

“The transplant was a success. We share the same kidney now, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine soon," I whispered, holding his hand.

"We are one. One soul, one body, one heart. I will never leave you, my wife," Michael replied, gently patting my head.

He looked at me with love.

"I promise to make you the happiest woman on our wedding anniversary next month. Get ready, because I'm marking you."

I laughed with delight.

TODAY IS OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

"Congratulations, Ruby! But where's Beta Michael, your husband? I haven’t seen him," a friend asked.

The celebration under the full moon was filled with guests from the neighboring pack. Lycans, Betas, Omegas, and Deltas came to wish me a happy anniversary and a new marking day.

"Besides the wedding, I'm happiest he found a kidney donor," a Lycan commented, and everyone laughed.

Most guests knew that Beta Michael needed a kidney two months ago. Despite our offers, no one was willing to sell theirs. They didn’t know I was the donor—his Omega wife.

"Hello, sister! Happy Anniversary!" A sing-song voice came from the crowd, holding a flower bouquet. It was Ella, my stepsister.

I rolled my eyes and stepped away. Today was too special to let her ruin it.

"So cold," I heard her scoff, but I didn’t care. I accepted more congratulations before slipping back into the house to find Michael.

"Babe, where are you?"

No answer.

"Honey...?" I called as I walked up the stairs, but still no response.

Finally, near our bedroom, the door opened, and Michael stepped into the hall. His powerful frame was illuminated by the chandelier.

My heart skipped a beat. He wore an outfit that matched mine perfectly.

"Babe, why are you here? Everyone is waiting," I asked.

His expression was colder than usual, eyes distant. Despite his frown, he remained strikingly handsome, his dark hair gleaming and shoulders broad.

“You can keep welcoming them; I’m not in the mood to see anyone,” he said, which struck me as odd.

"Come on, honey, we can’t leave them waiting. Just make an appearance," I urged, moving to embrace him.

But Michael averted his gaze, his eyes vacant. He didn’t return my smile. Instead, he stepped back, creating space between us. "Ruby," he said, his tone lacking warmth, "we need to talk."

His coolness caught me off guard. I felt my joy dim. Swallowing my nervousness, I forced a soft smile. "Is everything alright?"

Michael hesitated, looking down before finally meeting my gaze. "Ruby, I felt my mate near."

My heart sank. How could I forget we weren’t mates, even though we were married? We had promised to reject our mates if we met them.

"You feel her?" I whispered.

Michael nodded, his expression guarded. "Yes. We met before she joined the party, but I can still feel the pull. I can’t resist her. She wants to be close to me."

His words hung heavy in the air. Why did his mate have to show up today? I felt my heart ache, knowing he wouldn’t mark me as long as she was here.

“Who is she?” I asked slowly.

Michael hesitated, brows furrowed. "It… it’s… Ella. Your sister."

"What?" The excitement I felt moments ago turned to pain. Ella—my rude stepsister—was his mate?

They had met several times, but he never mentioned anything. Could it be… No, Michael would never cheat on me, especially not with her.

I pushed aside my doubts and took a deep breath. "I understand, but you’re going to reject her, right?” I asked, expecting a positive answer. Instead, I felt his coldness.

I swallowed my emotions. "I’m asking you, Michael. You’ll reject my sister and mark me tonight, right?"

Michael shook his head. "No, Ruby, let’s get divorced."