He Wanted My Kidney, But I Was Already Dying

The diagnosis paper confirming my terminal stomach cancer was still warm in my hand when Ethan Vance threw the divorce papers right at my face.

The sharp edge of the paper sliced across my cheek, leaving a stinging cut.

"Sign it."

His voice was as cold as ice. "We found a kidney match for Lily. It's you."

I gripped the diagnosis sheet. My knuckles turned white, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ethan, I’m your wife. You want to harvest my kidney to save your precious first love?"