My Fiancé Took My kidney For His First Love

I fell in love with James when I was 17.

During the school sports meet, halfway through the 3280-foot run, my period suddenly came. I was wearing white shorts, surrounded by cheering classmates. I couldn't stop or quit.

As I was feeling embarrassed and flustered, a gust of wind passed behind me.

A tall, handsome boy ran beside me. “Here, this jacket will bring you good luck,” he said.

He winked at me, and I blushed as I tied the jacket around my waist.

The jacket had a pleasant smell. Despite my period, I achieved my best result in that race.

I thought, in that moment, I fell for him.

Later, I learned his name was James Scott, two years ahead of me.

I returned his jacket and started to pay attention to him.

He took guitar as an elective, so I bought a guitar and practiced hard.

He was the student council president, so I worked hard to become a member of the student council.

When he graduated and got into Averside University, I set that as my goal.

Averside University.

I studied day and night. Over two years, I lost ten pounds, and the piles of completed exam papers could fill a room.

Hard work always makes dreams shine.

I got into Averside University. Although we had different majors, I often saw him on campus.

James was the campus heartthrob.

Listening to my friends, I realized he was out of my league.

But at twenty, my youthful passion couldn’t be restrained by such factors.

Although I never gave him a love letter, my actions and looks couldn’t lie.

During a team-building event, I pushed him aside and blocked a falling rock.

This secret could no longer be hidden.

“You like me.”

As the bandage wrapped around my arm, he suddenly looked at me deeply.

I stared into his deep gaze. My heartbeat seemed to stop and yet was uncontrollable.

It was chaotic and fast.

I didn’t know if I nodded or shook my head. I only saw his cold, calm gaze.

He said nothing, paid the medical bill, and left.

Watching his back, a faint sense of loss filled my heart.

Tens of minutes later, he came back.

He was carrying a jar.

“I bought some porridge. You should eat,” he said, clearing his throat and reaching for the bandage on my forehead.

“Jane, we can give it a try.”

I looked at him in shock, feeling like countless brilliant fireworks were set off in my mind.

Even the most brilliant fireworks eventually turn to dust and vanish into nothingness.

What was once a ridiculous hope becoming the sharpest needle, piercing the softest part of my heart.

The pain was suffocating.

My hands shook uncontrollably.

The ashes I had struggled to hold couldn’t be placed into the urn.

There’s a saying, “Grind the bones and scatter the ashes.”

I didn’t know what heinous crime my dad had committed.

He had gotten a matching kidney, yet couldn’t survive.

Even in death, he couldn’t rest in peace.

Actually, the one who was wrong wasn’t my dad. It was me.

Why did I have to like James, who was from such a different world?

Why did I have to like James, who had a lover in his heart yet wanted to marry me?

Why did I have to like so powerful James, who couldn’t distinguish the wrong things, and was so foolish?

What was there to like about such a promiscuous, despicable, ruthless, and vile man?

Because of my blind heart, I caused my dad’s death.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Dad... It was my fault, I was wrong.”

My lips moved, but no sound came out. It felt like thousands of blades were stabbing into my chest and being pulled out repeatedly.

“Jane...”

James Scott touched me, and a wave of nausea made me retch uncontrollably.

“Jane, are you okay?”

“Don’t touch me! Get away!”

I used all my strength to slap him, then retreated while holding the urn.

“Jane, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

I looked at his helpless face and slapped him hard again.

“You didn’t know? Didn’t know you couldn’t take someone else’s kidney? Didn’t know we waited a month for this kidney?

“Didn’t know he would die without a suitable kidney transplant? Or didn’t know everyone has the right to live?

“Didn’t know throwing money at someone wouldn’t make them agree? Or didn’t know disturbing someone’s grave would prevent them from resting in peace?

“What did my dad do wrong, James? Dying wasn’t enough? You had to grind his bones and scatter his ashes too!

“No, no, no, it wasn’t my dad who was wrong. It was me, it was me.

“I shouldn’t have foolishly liked you. I shouldn’t have overestimated myself and wanted to marry you. It was me.”

“No, Jane, no...” James Scott frantically grabbed my shoulders, “You weren’t wrong. I really didn’t know.”

I laughed, tears streaming down my face, unable to straighten my back.

“Huh. Were you blind and couldn’t check for it? Even if you stepped into my dad’s room that day, asked a doctor, or had your assistant check! You would have known the person waiting for a life-saving transplant was my dad. I didn’t lie to you! How could I use my dad’s life to lie to you?

“Of course, you only believe Alice. Your beautiful, kind, and generous Alice. Her uncle was in critical condition, so you had no energy for anything else? Taking my dad’s life in exchange was justified.”

“Jane...”

“Don’t call me that. It makes me sick. I want to vomit.”

“Ms. Miller,” Alice said, her eyes red with righteous indignation, “Why must you speak so harshly? James didn’t know it was your dad. Ignorance is no crime. What right do you have to hit him?”

I looked up at her.

Maybe my gaze was intimidating, she stepped back a few steps.

“You’re right, ignorance is no crime.

“But what about those who know?

“You don’t really have an uncle, do you? For James, you took my dad’s life and dug up his grave.

“You’re right. After what you’ve done, I can’t turn back.

“Alice, I give you him. Now, it’s time for you to atone.”

Alice saw my gaze and trembled with fear,she said“I... What are you going to do...”