My Savior Husband Hurt me the most

The day before my wedding with my ex-fiance, my twin sister and I were kidnapped. Our parents did everything they could to gather the ransom. But in the end, they could only afford to save one of us—my twin.

Once she was rescued, she took my place and married my fiancé—acting as if the kidnapping had never happened. I was abandoned by the people I loved. Just when I thought it was the end, Matteo, my now husband, stepped in and saved me.

For five years, I believed he was my savior.

Until the night of his birthday. Our daughter fell from the balcony. At the hospital, the doctor’s words shattered me.

"Her kidneys are failing. She needs a transplant."

Without hesitation, I stepped forward.

"Take mine."

But fate was cruel.

"You only have one kidney."

Mateo said it was because of the kidnapping accident. But it was a lie. I learned that it had been given away to save my twin sister.

And now, she was back—with Matteo’s son, begging for a kidney for her son.

Two lives. One choice.

And Matteo chose their son while our daughter died.