Alone in Death
The doctor said I only had three days left to live.
Acute liver failure.
My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive.
But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughterâs godmother.
Her condition was still in its early stages.
He said it was the "right decision," because she âdeserved to live more.â
I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor.
The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die.
When I handed over the jewelry company Iâd poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, âNow thatâs what a good big sister should do.â
When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, âYouâve finally learned to be understanding.â
When I told my daughter to call Emma âMom,â she clapped her hands and said, âEmma is such a gentle and kind mother!â
When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural.
No one noticed anything was wrong with me.
Iâm just curious.
Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?