All Chapters of The Kidney He Gave Away: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

In the days that followed, Geston practically made the hospital his second home.Using her post-transplant weakness as an excuse, Daphne Primrose summoned him for everything, big and small. Today, it was pain at the incision site. Tomorrow, it was insomnia.Geston became her on-call personal attendant, circling around her twenty-four hours a day.When he did come home, it was only in passing—to grab a few changes of clothes before rushing back out.Meanwhile, Daphne, like a queen who had finally won her war, began provoking me with increasing boldness. She sent me intimate photos of herself with Geston. In one picture, he was bending his head to peel an apple for her, his gaze tender in a way I had never once seen.She sent me screenshots of his social media posts.That post was visible to everyone—except me.[My wife is so understanding, more and more like the lady of the house.]The photo beneath it, however, showed his hand clasping Daphne's.She even called me late at nigh

My fingertip slid across the screen, and I pressed the red reject call button without hesitation.The world fell instantly silent.I leaned back in my seat, pulled down my eye mask, and sank into complete darkness.The roar of the engines didn't irritate me at all. Instead, it seemed to grind up every trace of exhaustion, grievance, and bitterness from the past three years—and carry them up into the sky with the plane.During the more than ten-hour flight, I slept more soundly than I ever had before.No nightmares. No sudden waking. Not even a single thought of Geston.When the plane landed smoothly and the cabin doors opened, a rush of unfamiliar air tinged with the scent of the ocean filled my lungs.I took a deep breath and felt as if even my insides had been washed clean.After turning my phone back on, just as expected, it was immediately flooded with unread messages and missed-call notifications. The screen lagged for more than half a minute before it finally recovered.

That afternoon, I had just come out of the lab and was heading to the campus café to buy a hot latte.By the window sat a wheelchair, and on it was a man. He wore a thick wool coat, yet it could not hide how frail and gaunt he had become. His cheeks were deeply sunken, his skin the waxy yellow of someone long ill. His eye sockets were hollow, his lips cracked, and a heavy air of death clung to him.Even so, I recognized him at once. It was Geston.I met his gaze calmly for a few seconds, then looked away as if nothing had happened.After getting my coffee, I turned at once and headed for the other exit. I had no desire to entangle myself with him."Vi… Don't go… please…" His voice carried a fragile plea. The wheels of his chair made a faint sound as they rolled over the wooden floor.I stopped, but did not turn around."Can we… talk?" he begged. "Just five minutes."I was silent for a moment. In the end, I turned back to face him.Up close, he looked even more haggard than bef

Geston went completely still, frozen in his wheelchair. He did not move at all—only his tears slid down in silence.At last, he understood that what he had believed to be a match made in heaven was nothing more than my long-planned, deliberate devotion."Later, the boy's first love returned, and everything changed. The girl still loved him humbly and pitifully. Then one day, he fell seriously ill and needed a kidney transplant."She was afraid he would worry, afraid he would be scared. She didn't tell him how grave his condition really was, only said it was a minor problem. But behind his back, she used every overseas connection her family had. At any cost, she paid an astronomical price and found a perfectly matched kidney for him in the shortest possible time. That kidney could have saved his life."But what did that man do when the hospital called him? Without hesitation, he gave the life-saving kidney to his first love. When the girl cried and questioned him, he only said light