I was ready to give him everything—my heart, my life, even my pain. But as he stood there, eyes dropping to his father like a puppet on strings, I saw the truth. His father had mocked me and my two girls for months, treating us like scum, and now my fiancé let him win.

“You choose him?” I screamed, tears turning to rage. “Fine then!” I threw the ring at his feet, watching him freeze in shame. Let them both rot—they lost more than they’ll ever know.

The wedding plans were canceled that day. My daughters, Lily and Sophie, clung to me as we packed our things from the apartment we’d shared with him. They didn’t understand why he wasn’t coming home anymore, but their little faces mirrored my broken heart. It took every ounce of strength not to crumble in front of them.

A few weeks later, I got a call from an unknown number. At first, I ignored it, assuming it was another telemarketer or some random spammer. But when the same number called three times in one afternoon, curiosity got the better of me.

“Hello?” I answered cautiously.

“Is this Emily Carter?” The voice on the other end sounded familiar, though strained.

“Yes… who is this?”

“It’s Daniel,” he said softly. “Your ex-fiancé.”

My stomach tightened. Why would he dare call me after what happened? After how he chose his father over us? Over me ?

“What do you want, Daniel?” I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was a long pause before he spoke again. “Look, I know I messed up. Big time. And I don’t expect forgiveness—I just need to tell you something important.”

I gripped the phone tighter, unsure if I should hang up or hear him out. “Make it quick.”

“My dad… he needs a kidney transplant,” Daniel began hesitantly. “He’s been sick for years, but it’s gotten worse recently. He’s on dialysis, and without a transplant, he won’t make it much longer.”

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed by his sob story. “So what does this have to do with me?”

“He asked me to be tested as a donor,” Daniel continued, ignoring my hostility. “But I can’t donate because of my own health issues. None of our family members are matches either. Then… well, during all the testing, they found someone unexpected who could help.”

My blood ran cold. “Who?”

“You,” he whispered.

For a moment, I thought I misheard him. “Excuse me?”

“The doctors said you’re a perfect match,” Daniel explained. “They checked your records when you were listed as my emergency contact. I swear, I didn’t ask them to do that—it just happened.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man—the man who abandoned me and my children—was calling to tell me that I could save his father’s life? The same man who treated me like dirt under his shoe?

“No,” I said firmly. “Absolutely not.”

“Emily, please,” Daniel pleaded. “I’m begging you. He’s my dad. He may not have treated you right, but he’s still my father. If you don’t help him, he’ll die.”

“And whose fault is that?” I shot back. “You think I owe him anything? Or you? You made your choice, Daniel. You picked him over us. Now live with the consequences.”

With that, I hung up the phone and turned it off. I couldn’t deal with any more drama. Not today.

Days passed, and I tried to put the conversation out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, guilt gnawed at me. What kind of person turns their back on someone in need, even if that person wronged them? Wasn’t saving a life supposed to be above petty grudges?

One night, as I tucked Lily and Sophie into bed, I found myself staring at their innocent faces. They deserved a mother who did the right thing, even when it was hard. Could I really teach them about kindness and compassion while refusing to help someone in desperate need?

Against my better judgment, I decided to meet with Daniel. Just once. To hear him out properly.

We met at a small café near my house. He looked terrible—pale, exhausted, and visibly shaken. For the first time since we broke up, I felt a flicker of sympathy for him.

“I appreciate you meeting me,” he said quietly. “I know I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I replied. “I haven’t agreed to anything.”

Daniel nodded. “Fair enough. But I wanted to explain something. My dad… he’s changed. Since finding out about the transplant situation, he’s realized how cruel he’s been—not just to you, but to everyone. He regrets the way he treated you and the girls. He wants to apologize.”

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Apologize? That’s rich.”

“I mean it,” Daniel insisted. “He knows he screwed up. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to make amends.”

Part of me wanted to laugh in his face. Did he really expect me to believe that his arrogant, entitled father had suddenly grown a conscience? Still, something in Daniel’s tone gave me pause. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption here.

“What exactly is he offering?” I asked cautiously.

Daniel hesitated before answering. “Money. A lot of it. Enough to set you and the girls up for life. He says he’ll pay off your debts, buy you a new house, send the kids to private school… whatever you want.”

I stared at him, stunned. Of course, this was how his family operated—throwing money at problems instead of dealing with them head-on.

“That’s disgusting,” I said finally. “Do you really think I’d sell part of myself for cash?”

“No!” Daniel exclaimed quickly. “That’s not what I meant. I just… I thought you should know what he’s willing to offer. But honestly, Emily, I don’t care about the money. All I care about is saving my dad. Please, just consider donating. For me.”

His words hit me harder than I expected. Despite everything, I still cared about Daniel. I hated him for choosing his father over me, but deep down, I knew he wasn’t a bad person. He was just weak.

“I’ll think about it,” I said reluctantly. “But don’t get your hopes up.”

Over the next week, I wrestled with my decision. On one hand, helping Mr. Thompson—the man who disrespected me and drove a wedge between Daniel and me—felt like rewarding bad behavior. On the other hand, walking away from someone in need went against everything I believed in.

Finally, I reached a compromise. I would meet Mr. Thompson face-to-face. If he truly regretted his actions, perhaps I could find it in my heart to help him.

When Daniel arranged the meeting, I walked into the hospital room expecting humility. Instead, I found arrogance.

“Well, well,” Mr. Thompson sneered as soon as I entered. “The charity case herself. Come to gloat?”

I froze, shocked by his tone. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he spat. “You’ve known all along you’re a match. Yet here you are, stringing us along, making us beg. Pathetic.”

My jaw dropped. Here I was, considering giving up part of myself to save his life, and he had the audacity to insult me?

“Forget it,” I said coldly. “You can rot in here for all I care.”

As I turned to leave, Daniel grabbed my arm. “Emily, wait! Please!”

“No,” I snapped, shaking him off. “This is who your father really is, Daniel. He hasn’t changed. He never will.”

In the weeks that followed, Mr. Thompson’s condition worsened. Despite his wealth, no suitable donor could be found. Meanwhile, I focused on rebuilding my life with Lily and Sophie.

One evening, Daniel showed up at my door, looking more defeated than ever.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “About everything. My dad… he doesn’t deserve your kindness. Neither do I.”

I nodded, accepting his apology. “Sometimes, people reveal their true colors when it matters most. Your father proved he’s unworthy of anyone’s sacrifice.”

Daniel sighed heavily. “I just wish I hadn’t lost you too.”

“You lost me the day you chose him over us,” I replied gently. “But maybe someday, you’ll learn to stand on your own.”

Looking back, I realize I made the right choice. Forgiveness isn’t about excusing bad behavior—it’s about setting boundaries. By refusing to donate, I protected myself and my girls from further harm.

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