Mom always told me, “Grace, you should be grateful. If it weren’t for George, you wouldn’t even have food to eat.”
But now, I was finally going to die.
And I wouldn’t need anything from them ever again.
…
I stood in the crowd, watching Carrie walk down the aisle in the wedding dress I had chosen.
Step by step, she moved toward Josh.
They exchanged vows, sealed their promise with a kiss, and slipped rings onto each other’s fingers as the guests cheered.
Carrie turned to glance at me, a triumphant smirk playing at her lips.
On stage, my mother and George held hands as they gave a speech. Her voice trembled with emotion as she declared, “I would give up everything for Carrie’s happiness.”
I suppose I was just a part of that sacrifice.
At the very moment she finished speaking, a bitter taste surged up my throat. I barely had time to cover my mouth before I was choking on blood.
Ignoring the murmurs around me, I rushed to the bathroom, retching into the sink.
Nick stormed in after me, his voice sharp with irritation. “Grace, do you have to ruin everything at such an important moment?”
I couldn’t answer.
I turned on the tap, splashing cold water on my face as my stomach convulsed again.
Nick’s expression shifted, stiffening as he hesitated.
“You’re pregnant?”
I froze.
Before I could respond, his face darkened.
“That child has to go. It’ll upset Carrie. And don’t forget, you’re supposed to donate part of your liver to her. Grace, we’re going to the hospital. Right now. Do you hear me?!”
His voice cracked as he shouted.
I didn’t have the strength to argue.
He grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the bathroom.
I stumbled, bracing myself against the wall.
When I lifted my head, Josh was standing there, watching me with an unreadable look on his face.
