Nice Try, But No Kidney

"Luna, you've been a housewife for ten years. You're completely out of touch. Haven't I been the one supporting you?" Hudson sighed like I was the one being ridiculous. "You won't survive without me, so stop this nonsense.

"Just show up at the hospital tomorrow and donate the kidney. Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being half-disabled after surgery.

"I'll still send you money every month, take care of you."

"You have no right to ask for a divorce!" Talia snapped. "You've lived in our house, eaten our food—you're just a maid! And why shouldn't you donate? Gabriel's losing his life. You're only losing a kidney!"

I stared at her, stunned. My own daughter. Saying this.

Talia sneered, eyes raking over me with pure disgust. "Look at you. Out of shape, plain, useless.

"What man would ever want you after leaving Dad? Even a homeless guy under a bridge would turn you down."

She shoved a mirror in my face. "See for yourself! Fat, ugly, pathetic.

"You should be honored to donate to Bianca's son. Stop being so shameless!"

The woman staring back at me in the mirror—hollowed-out, exhausted—wasn't me. Not the woman I used to be.