I set down my cup and followed.
He looked happy. Thrilled, even. He was on his phone, practically bouncing as he walked, clearly sharing good news with whoever was on the other end.
I trailed him to an upscale residential complex near the hospital.
The moment he reached one of the buildings, a girl came flying down the stairs and threw herself into his arms.
When I saw her face, my eyes went wide.
Her?
I'd been trying to understand how Benedict—who supposedly loved me enough to die for me—could suddenly be keeping a mistress.
Now I knew why.
My breath caught. Everything clicked into place.
That's why he'd gone to such lengths to get me to donate my kidney to her.
I couldn't watch them anymore—couldn't stand seeing them wrapped around each other like that.
I fled.
Back home, I collapsed onto the couch, unable to calm down.
Her face kept flashing before my eyes.
This was worse than I'd imagined. So much worse.
My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and made call after call.
Half an hour later, my parents, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law all came rushing through my door.
"What's wrong, Fern? You called us over so suddenly—did something happen?"