She Drained Me for My Backup
My girlfriend had always been drawn to powerful men, yet she was perfectly content to keep a useless intern on her payroll.
She said she loved me with her whole life. When a routine health screening showed that the intern and I shared a rare blood type, she chose to keep him close.
She claimed it was just a precaution, a backup source of blood in case I ever needed it.
She cooked for him, took him on trips, made him gifts by hand, and fussed over him at every turn. She insisted it was all for my sake.
To build good karma for my future.
Then I was in a car accident. She arranged for blood to be brought in from over 60 miles away rather than let the intern donate a single drop. She said he had a cold and worried his blood might make me sick.
The next day, the intern was diagnosed with uremic nephropathy. My girlfriend drugged me and had me wheeled into the operating room to donate a kidney before I could say a word.
Her voice was gentle when she explained it afterward. "Daniel is our trump card. He has to stay healthy. He can only be used when your life is genuinely on the line, not wasted on every small setback. I had you donate the kidney for your own future, so you would stop overthinking everything. Once you are out of surgery, I am marrying you."
What she did not know was that I already had mid-stage leukemia. The surgery accelerated its spread. I was dying, and I would never have the chance to marry her.