The Organ Donation That Ended Our Marriage

Synopsis

I lay on the operating table, about to donate a kidney to my husband's true love. The anesthesiologist leaned down and asked, "Do we need to wait for a family member to sign off on this?" I smiled. "No need." Just then, my phone screen lit up. It was a notification for a selfie of my husband and his true love at a prenatal clinic. The caption read: [He says the baby's heartbeat sounds just like his promise: steady and strong.] As the anesthetic flowed into my veins, I started humming the Wedding March, the music I'd played at our wedding. The surgeon glanced at me in surprise. "Sorry," I said with a smile. "My mind wandered." When my husband came to the hospital room for the first time after the surgery, I pulled out the pain pump right in front of him. He cursed, saying I'd gone crazy. I nodded calmly. "Yeah, I'd gone crazy when I married you three years ago."