My Husband Divorced Me While I Was Still Recovering From Donating My Kidney To His Mother. He Left Me With A $10,000 Check And A Mocking Smile. Little Does He Know, His Mom Never Actually Received My Organ. What Should I Do When He Finds Out Who Got It Instead?

The Wife’s Sacrifice and the Husband’s Betrayal

My husband asked for my kidney for his mother, then divorced me. But the plot twist is that the kidney ended up saving a tycoon who was ready to destroy my ex-husband’s life. Watch karma at work.

The Unthinkable Request

The sharp, antiseptic scent seemed to have fused with the pores of Clara’s skin. For two weeks, she had spent her days in the corridor of this elite private hospital. She sat on a cold waiting room bench while her husband, Julian, paced before her with a haggard face. Inside the VIP suite, Beatrice Caldwell, Clara’s mother-in-law, was battling end-stage renal failure.

“Clara,” Julian’s voice shattered the silence.

He knelt in front of Clara’s chair, gripping his wife’s cold hands. Julian’s eyes were red, filled with a convincing plea.

“The doctors say Mom doesn’t have much time left. Dialysis isn’t working anymore. Her heart is getting weaker,” he said.

Clara swallowed, her throat dry.

“I know, Julian. It breaks my heart to see her like this,” she replied.

“We can’t wait on the national transplant list, Clara. That could take years,” Julian urged, his grip tightening. “But you… you’re a match. The initial test last week proved your blood type and tissues are compatible. It’s a miracle, honey.”

Clara turned her face away. This topic had been brought up three times in the last two days, and each time the fear became more real. Losing an organ was no small matter.

“Julian, I’m scared,” Clara whispered honestly. “It’s major surgery. What if there are complications? What if I can’t get pregnant later?”

Julian let out a long, slightly harsh sigh before softening his expression again. He cupped Clara’s face.

“Honey, listen to me. Medical technology is so advanced now, you’ll be perfectly fine. And as for getting pregnant, we have plenty of time. The most important thing right now is Mom,” Julian said, looking straight into Clara’s eyes playing his trump card. “Clara, you grew up in the foster system. You always said you wanted to feel the warmth of a big family, right? Mom may have been a little hard on you, but that’s just because she wanted you to be a tough daughter-in-law. This is your moment, Clara. Prove that you’re not an outsider. Prove that you are one of us, part of the Caldwell family.”

Those words struck Clara’s weakest point: family. Since her parents died in a car crash when she was ten, Clara had lived in a long, lonely silence. Marrying Julian two years ago was her hope for a place to finally call home. However, Beatrice Caldwell had never truly accepted her because of Clara’s modest background, a stark contrast to Julian’s family who were respected textile magnates.

“If I do this,” Clara’s voice trembled, “will your mom really accept me?”

“Of course,” Julian beamed as if a thousand-ton weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. He kissed the back of Clara’s hand repeatedly. “You will be the savior of this family. Mom will love you like her own daughter, I promise. Clara, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. We will be so happy after this.”

The promise sounded so sweet, so intoxicating. Clara, starved for affection, finally gave a slow nod.

“Alright Julian, I’ll donate my kidney to your mother.”

A triumphant smile flashed across Julian’s face, though only for a second before he pulled Clara into a tight hug.

“Thank you, honey. You won’t regret this,” he said.

Clara returned the hug, unaware that behind her back, Julian’s gaze was not one of love, but of someone who had just closed a difficult business deal.