I Gave him my Kidney:He Gave me Divorce Papers

RUBY

I stood frozen in the grand foyer, my heart racing. His words echoed in my mind: "Let's get divorced."

His declaration hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. Did he really say he wanted a divorce? Me, Ruby Moon, who gave him my kidney? On our wedding anniversary, while guests waited outside? No! He can't do this.

"Michael, please," I begged, stepping closer. Desperation clawed at my voice. "Can we talk? I know things are tough, but we can work it out. I can’t lose you! We’ve been married for years. We share a kidney! We promised not to leave each other!"

He looked at me coldly, and the distance between us felt immense.

"Ruby, there's nothing left to discuss," he replied flatly, his tone lacking warmth. I felt his rejection wrap around me, suffocating my hopes. "The mate pull is too strong. I have to mark her tonight. I’m sorry."

"You can’t decide this so quickly! What if this isn’t the first time you meet her?" I urged, fear racing through me.

He didn’t respond. He just walked past me, showing he didn’t want to engage.

Desperate for answers, I hesitated only briefly before quietly following him. I wanted to understand why he suddenly wanted a divorce. Rejecting his mate shouldn’t mean divorce.

I loved him, and it was clear he loved me too—until now.

As he slipped out to the garden where the ceremony was held, I rushed after him. But as I stepped outside, my leg hit the steep stair, and I groaned in pain.

“Mich, help me! I hurt my leg!” I called out. He walked into the crowd, and before anyone noticed him, Ella rushed into his arms.

Jealousy twisted my stomach. From the stairs, I watched my husband hug my stepsister tightly, savoring her scent.

I couldn’t hear them, but I saw Ella whisper to him, making him smile. My heart clenched. I wished I could turn back time and protect him from this ceremony.

No, I can't let him go like this; the pain of losing my kidney came rushing back.

Ignoring the pain in my knee, I climbed the stairs and walked toward the garden. Over my dead body would I let Ella take my man. Mate or not.

With a boldness that made my stomach churn, I moved closer. But before I could reach them, I heard Ella’s moan.

She wasn’t hurt or anything else, but there he was—Michael’s fangs in her neck.

Ella’s eyes met mine, and I caught her smirk through her pain. He marked her. Michael… Michael marked my sister!

“Oh look, Beta Michael is already marking his wife,” someone yelled from the crowd. Everyone turned to look.

I quickly turned away so no one would see my face.

“Ruby looks so good in that blue gown; what brand is that?”

Damn! I looked back—Ella wore the same dress. Did she plan this?

After marking her, she wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

The sight made me sick, sending waves of betrayal through me. Michael responded easily, making it clear this wasn’t their first moment together.

He had betrayed me. He’d already been with Ella. My heart raced as I fought back tears, hiding my face in my disheveled hair. The disgrace would be too much if all the guests saw me watching while my husband marked my sister.

Seeing me fueled Ella’s boldness. She leaned deeper into Michael, deepening their kiss—a silent declaration that she now held his heart.

Sensing my gaze, Michael turned slightly. His expression was unreadable as our eyes locked. Unspoken emotions flowed between us.

Heat flooded my cheeks, mixing shame and defiance. It wouldn’t matter to him, so I turned and left the garden. It was over.

I ran to our room, tears streaming down my face. Happy memories flooded my mind. ‘Is it really over?’ This question replayed in my head as I glanced around. There, on the bed, were the divorce papers.

A shiver ran through me as I stared. Each page was crisp and clean, the legal jargon stark and cold.

I felt sorrow at the sight but also a strange relief. Here it was—the end of everything, proof that my life with Michael was ending.

I loved him and wanted his happiness. If his happiness lay with Ella, so be it. I would give him what he wanted. My fingers trembled as I picked up the pen, hovering over the signature line.

For a moment, I hesitated, remembering his promises. Even giving him my kidney felt useless. I masked my fears and signed the papers.

As I put down the pen, a tear slid down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. This was my reality now. I was not his mate, and he didn’t want me anymore. So be it.

I packed my bags and took a last look at the room filled with memories. I hissed and left.