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I Was Divorced Over a Kidney Donation… But I Had a Secret No One Knew | True Story
Aug 13, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Was Divorced Over a Kidney Donation… But I Had a Secret No One Knew | True Story My husband demanded I donate a kidney to his dying mother. When I refused, he called me selfish and filed for divorce. But what he didn’t know was the devastating secret I was hiding—my own battle with kidney cancer. This is my story of betrayal, heartbreak, and survival. 💔 How family expectations tore my marriage apart 🎗️ Fighting cancer alone while the people I loved turned their backs 💪 Finding strength in the darkest moments If you’ve ever felt judged or misunderstood by family, or faced impossible choices, this story is for you. Subscribe for more true stories and emotional journey
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Marcus' words were a physical blow, a
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volley of accusations that ricocheted
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off the kitchen's cold tile. "Selfish!"
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he spat, the word laced with a fury I'd
0:10
never heard before, a fury born of
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desperation.
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The divorce papers he slammed onto the
0:16
counter seemed to vibrate with his
0:17
anger, a final stark declaration of our
0:20
broken trust. "My mother is dying, and
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you won't even get tested to see if
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you're a match." I gripped the edge of
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the granite counter, the cool stone, a
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poor anchor against the emotional
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maelstrom.
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My marriage, a thing I had always
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believed was built on a foundation of
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respect and love, was crumbling before
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my eyes, all because of my decision not
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to donate a kidney to Diana, my
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mother-in-law.
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Marcus, please try to understand, I
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began, my voice a quiet plea against the
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storm. He cut me off, a snear twisting
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his mouth.
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Understand what, Julia? That you're
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letting my mother die because you're too
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scared, too selfish.
1:01
His face was a mask of furious red. A
1:04
stranger's face on the man I had
1:06
married. She welcomed you into this
1:08
family, he railed. And this is how you
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repay her.
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Welcome me. The thought was so bitter,
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so profoundly ironic that a laugh nearly
1:18
escaped my lips. For eight long years,
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Diana had wielded her passive aggressive
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sweetness like a scalpel, meticulously
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carving away at my selfworth. She had
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criticized everything, my cooking, my
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career as a freelance graphic designer,
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the way I decorated the home Marcus and
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I had built together.
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She even managed to cast a shadow on our
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marriage itself, a constant, unspoken
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judgment that I was never quite good
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enough for her son. But that wasn't the
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reason I couldn't donate. He pointed a
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trembling finger at the papers. "Sign
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them," he demanded, his voice dropping
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to a dangerous whisper. "If you won't
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help my mother, I want nothing to do
2:00
with you." My hands shook as I reached
2:03
for the pen. The truth, the real
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horrifying truth, was a heavy weight in
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my chest. I could tell him right now. I
2:12
could shatter his anger with a single
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brutal confession. But what difference
2:16
would it make? He had already made his
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choice. He had always chosen her.
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"Fine," I said, the word a thin whisper
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in the silence. I signed my name, my
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hands scrawling a shaky finality on the
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page. "I hope you and Diana will be very
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happy together." He snatched the papers,
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his movements jerky and violent, and
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stormed out, the door slamming behind
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him with a sound like a gunshot.
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The silence that followed was deafening.
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My legs gave way, and I sank to the
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floor. The tears I had fought so hard to
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suppress finally breaking free. Hot and
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stinging against my cheeks. 3 months
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ago, the world as I knew it had ended.
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"My name is Julia Chin," I had whispered
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to the doctor, the words feeling foreign
3:03
and small. "It was a cruel cosmic joke.
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The very same day that Diana found out
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she needed a kidney transplant, I was in
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a different hospital, scheduling my own
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surgery to remove an earlystage kidney
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tumor. I had kept the news a secret, a
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heavy, cold stone lodged in my stomach.
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We had been trying for a baby, and I
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couldn't bear to crush his hopes. I had
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planned to tell him after my surgery,
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after I had more answers, a clear path
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forward.
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But then Diana got sick, and the
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universe shifted, making her the center
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of our lives. The memory of that Sunday
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dinner felt like a distant, terrible
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dream.
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Diana, her voice dripping with syrupy
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concern, had smiled at me across the
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table. Julia, dear, you're so young and
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healthy. Surely you'd be willing to help
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your mother-in-law.
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Marcus had leapt to her defense without
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a moment's hesitation.
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Of course she will, Mom. Julia knows how
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important family is. I had nearly choked
4:06
on my wine. Family?
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Diana, the woman who had tried to set
4:11
Marcus up with a colleague of hers last
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Christmas, right in front of me, now
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invoked the sanctity of family.
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Sitting on my kitchen floor, the divorce
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papers a crumpled pile in the corner, I
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picked up my phone. "Hi, this is Julia
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Mitchell," I said, the name feeling like
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a phantom limb. "Can we move my surgery
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up? My circumstances have changed." The
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next few days were a blur of numb
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efficiency. I packed a suitcase,
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arranged for a leave of absence from my
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job, and told my boss it was for an
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elective surgery. Marcus was gone. He
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was, I was sure, at his mother's house,
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letting her pour venom in his ear,
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turning him against the woman he had
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promised to love.
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His sister, Emma, was the only one who
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called. She was a different species from
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the rest of the family, kind,
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empathetic, a quiet advocate for me over
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the years. Her voice was thick with
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tears. Julia, please reconsider. Mom is
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getting worse and Marcus is falling
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apart. Just get tested. Maybe you won't
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even be a match. I gripped the phone so
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tightly my knuckles achd. Emma, I can't.
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I'm sorry, but there are things you
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don't know.
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There was a pause, a moment of profound
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hesitation on her end. What things,
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Julia? Whatever mom has done, it's not
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about her. I just I can't. Please trust
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me. The silence stretched, heavy and
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knowing.
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You're hiding something, she said
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softly. I can hear it in your voice. I
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ended the call before my composure
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shattered. Emma had always been my
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champion, but this was my health, my
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choice. I didn't owe anyone an
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explanation. The night before my
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surgery, he showed up. Marcus.
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He looked like a ghost of the man I
6:02
knew. unshaven, exhausted, the light
6:04
gone from his eyes. "Mom's doctor says
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she has maybe 6 months without a
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transplant," he said, his voice raw.
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"This is her last chance, Julia. How can
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you be so heartless?" I stood in the
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doorway, a wall of wood and stone
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between us. "I'm not heartless, Marcus.
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I literally can't donate." "Can't or
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won't?" he snapped, his anger flickering
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back to life. "Forget it. I just came to
6:29
get the rest of my things. The divorce
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will be final in 3 months. As he walked
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past me, a familiar cloying scent caught
6:36
in my throat. Diana's perfume. Of
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course, he had been staying with her,
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letting her console him over his
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heartless, selfish wife. A part of me
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screamed to tell him everything. The
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cancer, the fear I had been carrying
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alone, the surgery scheduled for
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tomorrow morning. But the words wouldn't
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come. Let him think what he wanted. Let
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him leave. At least then I wouldn't have
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to watch him choose her while I fought
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my own solitary battle. My surgery was
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tomorrow morning. The doctor was
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hopeful, but there were no guarantees. I
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would face this alone, just as I had
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faced everything else since Diana had
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come into our lives. As Marcus carried a
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box to his car, I wondered if he even
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noticed my absence, my quiet
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disappearance for weeks of recovery.
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The last thing he picked up was our
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wedding album. He stared at it for a
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long moment, a flicker of something
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unreadable in his eyes before dropping
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it into the donation pile on the curb.
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"Goodbye, Julia," he said, his voice
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cold, never meeting my gaze. "I hope you
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can live with your choice. If only he
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knew." The hospital room was a world of
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sterile white and hushed whispers. The
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only constant sound, the steady beep of
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monitors. Two weeks had passed since my
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surgery. My body achd, but the emotional
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pain was far greater. Dr. Peterson, a
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woman with kind eyes and a non-nonsense
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demeanor, stood at the foot of my bed,
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flipping through my chart. "The surgery
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was successful, Julia," she said, a
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small smile on her face. "We removed the
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tumor and the surrounding tissue. Your
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margins are clear."
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"The news was a tidal wave of relief,
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washing away months of quiet dread.
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I still recommend targeted therapy, she
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continued. Just to make sure we've
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eliminated any remaining cancer cells.
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How long will the treatment take? I
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asked, my voice thin. 6 to 8 weeks.
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You'll need to rest and focus on your
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recovery.
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She hesitated, her kind eyes searching
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mine. Have you thought about telling
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your family? Support is important during
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treatment.
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Family.
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The word felt hollow and strange. Marcus
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hadn't called, hadn't texted. Emma had
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left a few messages, but I had been too
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raw to answer. "I'll be fine on my own,"
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I said, the lie feeling heavy on my
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tongue. "I've hired a home health nurse
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to help me recover." Just then, a
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commotion erupted outside my room. A
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familiar voice, Emma's, was arguing with
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a nurse. "I know she's here. I saw her
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name on the surgery schedule. Please, I
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need to see my sister-in-law."
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My stomach dropped. Emma, who worked in
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the medical field, would have access to
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this information. Before I could react,
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the door burst open. Emma froze, her
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eyes taking in the IV lines, my pale
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face, the weary hospital bed. Julia, she
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whispered, her voice shaking. Oh my god,
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what's wrong? Why are you in the
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oncology ward? Dr. Peterson glanced at
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me and I nodded, giving her permission.
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There was no point in hiding anymore.
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Mrs. Mitchell had a partial nefrectomy,
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the doctor explained gently. We removed
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a tumor from her kidney. Emma's hands
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flew to her mouth. Kidney cancer, but
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mom needs a transplant. And you? Her
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eyes widened, the pieces of the puzzle
10:11
clicking into place. You couldn't donate
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because you have cancer. Tears welled in
10:16
my eyes.
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I found out the same day Diana announced
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she needed a kidney. I was going to tell
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Marcus after my surgery, but everything
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happened so fast.
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Emma rushed to my bedside, carefully
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wrapping her arms around me. Why didn't
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you tell us? Why did you let Marcus
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think you were being selfish?
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I wiped my face with a tissue.
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Would it have mattered? He already chose
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Diana over me. If he knew I had cancer,
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he'd only feel guilty, and Diana would
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still find a way to make it about her.
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"But he's divorcing you over this," she
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cried. "He thinks you refused out of
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spite."
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"Maybe that's easier," I said quietly.
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"I couldn't be the donor he wanted. I
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couldn't be the perfect
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daughter-in-law," Diana expected. "At
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least this way, he doesn't have to feel
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responsible for me."
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Emma sat on the edge of the bed,
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struggling to take it all in. "Julia, he
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needs to know. Mom needs to know. This
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changes everything." I shook my head.
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Diana still needs a kidney, and I still
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can't give her one. Nothing has changed
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except now you know why. But please,
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Emma, I'm starting treatment soon. I
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need to focus on getting better, not
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dealing with Marcus and Diana. Promise
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me you won't tell them.
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She hesitated, torn between her loyalty
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to me and her family. Finally, she
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sighed. "Fine, but I'm not leaving you
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to handle this alone. I'm staying to
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help, whether you like it or not." True
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to her word, Emma was a constant, steady
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presence throughout the next few weeks.
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She took time off work, drove me to
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appointments, made me eat, and sat with
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me during treatments. One afternoon, as
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we were watching movies, my phone
12:02
buzzed. A message from Marcus. Mom's
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getting worse. The doctors say she needs
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the transplant soon. I hope you're happy
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with your decision.
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Emma glanced at the screen, her
12:15
expression hardening.
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That's it, she said, snatching the phone
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from my hands. I'm telling him. I tried
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to grab it back, but the sudden movement
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sent a searing pain through my side. I
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gasped, and Emma's anger softened,
12:30
replaced by a wave of guilt. Look at
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you," she said gently, her voice full of
12:36
concern. "You're recovering from
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surgery, and he's making you feel guilty
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for something you physically can't do.
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This isn't fair, Julia.
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Life isn't fair," I said, the words
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echoing all the pain that had led us
12:49
here. "But I made my choice. I need to
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deal with this on my own terms."
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Emma huffed, a sound of resigned
12:57
frustration. "You and Marcus are both
13:00
impossible.
13:02
No wonder you got along so well.
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Despite everything, I laughed. It felt
13:08
good to laugh, to have someone who truly
13:10
understood. Later that night, after Emma
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left, I stared at the divorce papers on
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my coffee table. In less than a month,
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my marriage would be over. Marcus would
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be free to focus on his mother, never
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knowing how close he had come to having
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two sick women in his life instead of
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one. I touched my healing incision,
13:30
thinking about the road ahead. The
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cancer might be gone, but recovery would
13:35
take time. Treatment would be tough.
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Yet, somehow, I felt stronger than I had
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in years. I didn't need Marcus' guilt. I
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didn't need Diana's manipulation. I had
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Emma, my own resilience, and a future
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that, while uncertain, was still mine to
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face. The truth would come out
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eventually. Secrets always do. But when
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it did, I'd be ready. The truth came out
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sooner than I expected. 6 weeks into my
14:04
treatment, I ran into Marcus at the
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hospital. I was leaving my oncologist's
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office feeling tired and weak when I saw
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him step out of the elevator. He was
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looking down at his phone and walked
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right past me at first, then stopped
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suddenly and turned around. His eyes
14:19
widened.
14:20
Julia. I froze knowing I looked
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different, thinner, paler, my hair not
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as full. I wore a loose sweater to hide
14:29
the port in my chest, but there was no
14:31
hiding the signs of illness. What are
14:33
you? Why are you here? His gaze flicked
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to the sign above my head. Oncology
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department. His face went pale.
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Before I could answer, Dr. Peterson
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stepped out of her office. Julia, don't
14:48
forget your scan is at 9:00 a.m.
14:50
tomorrow. We'll review the results next
14:52
week to see how your treatment is
14:54
working.
14:55
Marcus took a step back as if he had
14:58
been physically struck. Treatment?
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Julia? What's going on? I should go, I
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said, trying to walk past him. He gently
15:06
caught my arm.
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Please, I need to understand.
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I looked at his hand, remembering how
15:13
easily he had let me go before.
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Now you want to understand. Not when you
15:19
were divorcing me or calling me selfish.
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His voice was shaky, full of tears.
15:25
Emma told mom everything yesterday about
15:27
your cancer, your surgery, why you
15:30
couldn't donate. I came here today
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because I needed to see if it was true.
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So Emma had told them. I should have
15:38
known she wouldn't keep a secret that
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big forever.
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Well, now you know. I said, you can go
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back to Diana with a clear conscience.
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Julia, wait. His eyes were full of
15:49
tears. Why didn't you tell me? I'm your
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husband.
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Soon to be ex-husband, I corrected. And
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I didn't tell you because you already
15:58
made your choice. You chose Diana like
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always. He ran a hand through his hair,
16:04
a nervous habit he had always had when
16:06
he was overwhelmed.
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I didn't know. All this time I thought
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you were being selfish, but you were
16:12
actually fighting cancer alone. Not
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alone, I said, my voice hardening. Emma
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has been helping me. He let out a bitter
16:21
laugh. Emma knew before I did. Your own
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husband. You gave up the right to know
16:27
when you threw away our marriage over a
16:29
kidney I couldn't give, I said firmly.
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to rest
16:35
before my scan. I walked away, leaving
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him standing there. This time, I was the
16:40
one choosing to leave. The next week
16:43
brought changes I never expected. Diana
16:46
was the first to reach out. She sent a
16:48
letter written in her neat but shaky
16:50
handwriting.
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Dear Julia, I owe you an apology, not
16:55
just for demanding your kidney, but for
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how I've treated you all these years.
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Learning about your cancer made me
17:02
realize how selfish I've been. I found
17:06
another possible donor. So, please focus
17:08
on your recovery. You don't need to
17:11
carry any guilt or pressure from us.
17:14
With regret, Diana Emma later confirmed
17:16
it. She actually cried. Julia, Emma
17:20
said, shaking her head in disbelief.
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I've never seen her cry before.
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Meanwhile, Marcus stopped sending angry,
17:28
demanding texts about Diana's health.
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Instead, he sent one short message. I'm
17:34
sorry. Please let me make this right. I
17:37
didn't reply.
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I had three more weeks of treatment and
17:41
my health came first. But Marcus didn't
17:44
give up. He started showing up at my
17:46
treatment sessions, just sitting quietly
17:48
in the waiting room. He never forced a
17:50
conversation. He just waited in case I
17:53
wanted to talk. After my last treatment,
17:56
he was there again. This time, I was too
17:59
exhausted to ignore him. Why are you
18:02
here, Marcus? He met my eyes and for the
18:05
first time in months I saw the man I had
18:07
married because this is where I should
18:09
have been all along. His voice was soft.
18:13
I failed you, Julia. I failed our
18:15
marriage. I was so focused on mom that I
18:18
didn't see you needed me too.
18:21
I sighed and sat down beside him.
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It's not just about the cancer. It's
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about how you've always put Diana first.
18:29
how I always felt like I had to handle
18:31
everything alone. He nodded, his eyes
18:34
full of regret. I know. Mom and I had a
18:38
long talk after Emma told us everything.
18:41
She admitted how she treated you, how
18:43
she manipulated me. She's even getting
18:45
counseling. Not that it excuses what I
18:48
did. No, it doesn't. I said, I'm not
18:52
asking for forgiveness, he said quietly.
18:55
I just want to be here for you now in
18:57
whatever way you'll let me. even if it's
19:00
just as a friend. I looked at him
19:02
properly for the first time in months.
19:05
He seemed different, quieter, more
19:08
present than he had been in years. I
19:11
have a scan next week, I said finally.
19:13
They'll tell me if the treatment worked.
19:16
He waited, saying nothing. You can come
19:19
if you want, I said, but just to the
19:21
waiting room. His smile was small but
19:24
sincere.
19:25
Thank you. That's more than I deserve.
19:28
As I left the hospital that day, I felt
19:31
lighter.
19:32
Not because I had forgiven Marcus. That
19:34
would take time and maybe it would never
19:37
happen. But because I had finally put
19:40
myself first, the future was still
19:42
uncertain. My marriage might be over or
19:45
it might heal. Diana might change or she
19:48
might not. The cancer might be gone or
19:50
it might return. But one thing was
19:53
different now. I knew my worth. I
19:56
wouldn't settle for less. Not from
19:58
Marcus, not from Diana, not from anyone.
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