“You expect me to believe that you MARRIED my father just to save me?”
“Yes.”
“No,” I shook my head violently. “No, that’s not how life works. People don’t do that.”
“She does,” my father said quietly.
I turned on him.
“And you accepted that?”
His eyes met mine.
“I accepted the only way to keep you alive.”
I stared at both of them.
“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, “that while I thought you abandoned me… while I was falling apart trying to understand how the woman I loved could do that…”
My voice cracked.
“You were in a hospital?”
Chloe nodded.
“I signed the consent under a different name,” she said. “They couldn’t let you know where the donor came from. You would’ve refused.”
“So you just… erased yourself from my life?”
“Yes.”
“And expected me to just move on?”
“No,” she whispered. “I expected you to hate me. It was the only way you wouldn’t come looking.”
I stepped back.
Everything hurt.
Every memory.
Every night I spent wondering what I did wrong.
Every second I replayed our last conversation.
“You let me believe I wasn’t enough,” I said.
Tears streamed down her face.
“I let you believe that because it was easier than letting you die.”
Silence fell again.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
Then something else hit me.
Harder than anything before.
“If the surgery happened…”
I swallowed.
“…why am I still here?”
Chloe froze.
My father looked away.
That was enough.
“No,” I whispered.
“No,” I repeated, louder.
“What happened?” I demanded.
Chloe shook her head.
“Tell me!”
“The surgery worked,” she said quickly.
“Then what are you hiding?”
Her hands trembled.
“Chloe.”
She closed her eyes.
“There were complications,” she said.
“What kind of complications?”
She didn’t answer.
My father did.
“For her.”
Everything stopped.
“She almost didn’t make it,” he said.
I looked at Chloe.
“You…”
She gave a small, broken smile.
“I was in recovery for weeks,” she said. “There were moments… they weren’t sure I’d wake up.”
“And I didn’t know.”
“No.”
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing.
“This is insane,” I muttered. “This is actually insane.”
“I know.”
“You gave up everything.”
“Yes.”
“For me.”
She nodded.
“And then you married him.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you leave after?”
That question…
That was the one she couldn’t answer right away.
I saw it.
The hesitation.
The flicker of something deeper.
“It wasn’t that simple,” she said.
“Why not?”
She looked at my father.
Then back at me.
“Because the deal didn’t end with the surgery.”
A chill ran through me.
“What does that mean?”
My father straightened slightly, his expression tightening.
“Chloe,” he warned.
“No,” she said firmly. “He deserves to know everything.”
“Know what?” I asked.
She took a breath.
“The condition wasn’t gone,” she said.
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“The surgery stabilized it,” she continued. “Bought time. But it didn’t cure you.”
The world blurred.
“So what does that mean?”
“It means,” she said slowly, “you’re still living on borrowed time.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“No, that’s not possible.”
“You’ve been monitored ever since,” my father added. “Regular check-ups. Blood work. You just thought they were routine.”
My mind raced.
The doctor visits.
The vague answers.
The reassurances.
“They lied to me.”
“They protected you,” Chloe said.
“No,” I snapped. “They lied.”
Silence.
Then I asked the question I didn’t want to ask.
“How long?”
Neither of them answered immediately.
That told me everything.
“How long do I have?” I repeated.
Chloe’s voice broke completely.
“We don’t know.”
That was worse.
Much worse.
“Months?” I pressed.
“Maybe.”
“Years?”
“Possibly.”
“But it’s coming back.”
“Yes.”
I laughed again.
Short.
Empty.
“So this whole thing… this sacrifice… this marriage…”
I looked at her.
“It just bought time?”
She nodded.
“Time for what?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
My father did.
“For the next phase.”
Something in his tone changed.
More serious.
More calculated.
I turned to him slowly.
“What next phase?”
He hesitated.
For the first time… he looked uncertain.
“Arthur,” Chloe said sharply. “Don’t.”
But it was too late.
I saw it.
That flicker of truth behind his eyes.
“There’s another option,” he said.
The room went still.
“What kind of option?” I asked.
He exhaled.
“One that requires… a different kind of sacrifice.”
My chest tightened.
“What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer directly.
Instead, he looked at Chloe.
Then at me.
“You think she gave up everything for you already?” he said quietly.
A chill crawled up my spine.
“What does that mean?”
He stepped closer.
Lowered his voice.
“She hasn’t told you the whole truth.”
Chloe’s face went pale.
“Stop,” she whispered.
But I was already looking at her.
“What is he talking about?”
Her lips parted.
No words came out.
“Chloe.”
Tears spilled again.
And this time…
There was something else in her eyes.
Not just pain.
Not just regret.
Fear.
Deep, suffocating fear.
“I didn’t want you to know this part,” she said.
My heart pounded.
“What part?”
She shook her head.
“I thought… maybe we could get through this without—”
“Without what?”
Silence.
Then my father said it.
Quietly.
Coldly.
“She’s not just your donor.”
Everything inside me froze.
“What?”
Chloe closed her eyes.
And whispered—
“I’m also the reason you got sick in the first place.”
The world shattered.
And just like that…
Nothing made sense anymore.
