My Dying Wish: A Fiancé's Betrayal

last remaining kidney to my twin sister, K

xel, gave me

reak our engagement and marry

o confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father wi

celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future

ing the old surgical scar and the poison

e announced, her voice cold

pte

Doyle

fe, meticulously crafted by others, was finally reaching its crescendo, not in tri

mask of heavy concern. His eyes, normally sharp and calculating, were clouded with a t

, his voice roug

issues had first cast a long shadow over our lives. Now, her remain

a kidney. Immediately." The words hung in the air

les, in Kyleigh' s increasingly desperate pleas for attention. My sister, the fragi

refuse, our engagement is off. I'll marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish, Jana." His voice was low, but the threat wa

were too deep to let it truly sting. I was already dying. What di

delicate. Time is critical." I was talking about Kyleigh, but the wo

chance, Jana. She won't make it without you. You're strong. You always have

's your duty. For the family." That was a familiar refrain, one that had pla

I love you," he whispered, his thumb caressing my knuckles. "I do. Just... just get through

one. Did he even hear himself? He was promising a future that

a donor. I remembered the hushed conversations, the desperate prayers. And I remembered stepping forw

My kidney. The other was b

r "bravery," her "selflessness," never once questioning the convenient narrative. If I told them the truth now,

hint at my own contribution, the

her eyes wide with feigned offense. "Kyleigh was so brave.

ungrateful. Your sister saved my lif

che that resonated in my chest. They pai

hilling quiet. "Go on then," Joyce had said, waving a dis

ised to be my sanctuary. But even he, in his misguided loyalty, had called me "ungrateful

ast vital organ. And I was so tired. The illness, this insidious poison stealin

y on mine, not with love for me, but with fear for Kyleigh. A ghost of a smile touched

y voice flat, devoid of

iumphant glint. He stared at me, astonished, as if I had just pulled a miracle from thin air.

hug, a desperate, almost painful embrace that was meant for his own relie

e tore it in half, then again, the sound a sharp rip in the quiet room. The pieces fluttered to the fl

a spare part. My parents arrived, a flurry of agitated whispers and worried glances dire

a chair, tears streaming down her face. "My poor baby," she sobb

ers at nurses, demanding updates. "She's strong," he kept repeating, as if

. He signed quickly, without a second glance at the detail

ing in his eyes-not genuine concern, but a

ng my arm, a gesture devoid of warmth. "This i

d they used w

leigh needed us more. She was always so fragile. You were always so independent.

He waved a credit card. "Your share of the family trust i

he words felt foreign, even to me. What goo

"Jana, don't be ungrateful. That's a sub

at. The world seemed to tilt, blurring at the edges. M

igh, my twin, suddenly hailed as a hero, her "sacrifice" whispered with awe. Her scar, a thin, perfect line from a cosmetic surg

cated illness amplified. She accused me of mocking Dad' s condition, of being jealo

urt your sister," Joyce would

eigh?" Fred would demand, his v

to disappear, to become the sile

yleigh's hair, Fred held her hand, Axel sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on my sister with an int

of sun bleed across the sky. I was on the brink of giving my life

truth that no longer stung, only resonated with an emp