He Donated My Kidney to His Lover While I Was in a Coma Novel by wenxia

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious, only that I felt a suffocating inability to breathe. There were bright lights and the glint of a surgeon’s scalpel.

I felt an overwhelming chill and fear wash over me.

“Kaye, you’re awake.” Aaron looked at me with concern. “I’m sorry for what you’ve gone through. Look, this is the soup I made for you. Please eat a little.”

His tender care was unmistakable.

It felt as if the two who had walked away without a single glance were entirely different people.

I moved my limbs and, relieved to find I still had feeling, breathed a sigh of relief. Though the situation was grim, my body had to hold on.

But then a sudden pain radiated from my abdomen, and I realized there were multiple areas of discomfort. I wasn’t sure exactly where it hurt.

Lifting my shirt, I found everything seemed fine except for one spot that was bandaged.

Aaron paused, his finger hovering. “It’s because you were trapped for a long time, so…”

“Are you kidding? That spot is my kidney!”

I trembled as I spoke.

Jenifer had a problem with her kidney.

Once, Aaron had asked me to get tested for compatibility, but why should I donate to his childhood sweetheart?

After all, she was his childhood sweetheart, not mine.

Yet, during one of my check-ups, Aaron had secretly gone ahead and made the arrangements. Coincidentally, I was indeed compatible.

Aaron always found ways to persuade me to donate to her, claiming he would treat me well afterward. Naturally, I refused. Why would I donate to her when I was perfectly fine?This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Now I realized he had gone ahead and removed it without my consent.

“Kaye, let’s just consider this a debt I owe you. I’ll make it up to you later, okay? Living well in the future is more important than anything else!”

I felt a chilling wave wash over me. “Forget that! I want my kidney! Doctor! Doctor!”

When the doctor arrived, I immediately began to hold them accountable.

“Who authorized the removal of my kidney? This is organ trafficking! You can’t just operate on someone without their consent. I’m going to report you!”

Aaron stood up and ordered the others, “You don’t need to listen to her. She’s been through a lot during the earthquake and isn’t thinking clearly.”

“Don’t you dare talk nonsense! I’m completely aware! Who gave you the right to take my kidney?”

Aaron produced a document. “Everything was done through the proper channels. Please leave; my wife is simply too exhausted.”

There it was—my signature and my fingerprint.

I was certain I had never signed anything like that.

As if realizing something unbelievable, I stared at Aaron. “You forged my signature!”

Aaron didn’t deny it.

In that moment, tears streamed down my face, and I trembled uncontrollably, my heart felt like a wild beast roaring inside me.

“Aaron, how could you do this to me? I’m calling the police! I need to find my phone!”

I searched frantically but found nothing.

Aaron stood there, unfazed.

“Kaye, stop this. Your phone is broken, and I haven’t had a chance to buy you a new one,” he said as he approached with a bowl in hand. “Once you’ve recovered, you can choose any phone you want.”

Once I had recovered—by then, he would have destroyed all the evidence.

This kidney was gone for nothing.

In a fit of rage, I knocked the soup over, scalding him with it.

Aaron remained calm, simply filling another bowl.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you!”

I slapped him, but my strength was too weak; he didn’t even flinch.

“Let it out; you can vent however you want. You can hit me all you like, but you need to eat. If you don’t, you won’t recover.”

His demeanor, as if allowing my chaos, only fueled my anger, making me feel like an unreasonable person.

Usually, when he acted this way, I quickly shut my mouth, not wanting others to think I was insane.

But after being trapped again in the earthquake and unjustly losing a kidney, who wouldn’t go mad? “Get out! Just leave!”

I ripped the IV from my arm and hurled the drip bottle at him, along with my pillow. I threw everything I could reach—my water cup, the lunch box, the vase of flowers, and the fruit bowl—all at him.

I kept going until I could muster no more strength.

He had his people quickly tidy up my room.

“This time, it’s you who’s been wronged, and I won’t blame you. Feel free to smash whatever you want; it’s fine,” he said.

The staff exchanged glances, their eyes filled with envy.

How fortunate to have such a handsome, wealthy man with such a good temper. How unfortunate for his wife to have such a bad attitude!

I clenched my fists tightly.

“Aaron, I want a divorce! A divorce!”