Chapter 1My husband's kidney failure was successfully matched. I deliberately told my husband that I was the one with kidney failure, but he reacted like this.

Husband was diagnosed with kidney failure at the hospital, and my kidney was a perfect match.

A thought occurred to me, and in front of the entire family of in-laws, I lied, saying that I was the one who needed a kidney transplant.

Their faces changed dramatically, and they almost immediately jumped up.

"A kidney transplant? How much would that cost? Our family doesn't have money to treat your illness!" "Let your husband donate a kidney to you?

No way! He's the only son of our family, his health must not be compromised!" "If you're sick, just accept it. Don't drag our whole family down! Hurry up and get a divorce, don't hold back my son!"

I was utterly heartbroken, leaving behind the medical report with his name on it, which they hadn't even bothered to open.

I signed the divorce papers and left with nothing.

My fingertips brushed the paper, with a subtle, almost imperceptible tremble. My gaze was fixed on the creatinine level column. It was frighteningly high.

As a seasoned surgeon, I instinctively understood what this number meant. End-stage renal disease! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

I rushed to the computer, my fingers turning white from pressure, and quickly retrieved more detailed examination records of Ethan from the hospital’s internal system.

Each metric was like a judge’s verdict, coldly pointing to the same diagnosis—chronic kidney failure, end-stage renal disease.

Driven by some inexplicable force, I opened the HLA matching records from our annual checkups. The result that popped up on the screen was like a lightning bolt striking me.

A perfect match! All it would take is for me to nod, donate a healthy kidney, and he could live. The man who always chose silence and avoidance when I needed him most.

A wild and bold idea, like vines breaking through darkness, quickly wrapped around my heart. I picked up the phone and dialed my mother-in-law's number. "Mom, are you, Dad, and Lydia free this evening?"

My voice was calm, without a trace of emotion. "Come to our house." "I have something very important to announce."