I Gave him my Kidney:He Gave me Divorce Papers

RUBY

ONE MONTH AGO

"Congratulations, Mrs. Osborne! You and your husband will be discharged by tomorrow," the doctor said.

I smiled, though the acupuncture point and surgery stitches still hurt. I could barely move my mouth.

The doctor checked my husband's pulse before leaving. I wheeled my chair closer to him, where he lay in bed.

His face lit up with a gentle smile that I adored. "Thank you so much, Ruby. I’ll never forget this."

I chuckled softly and leaned over to feel his pulse. His temperature was stable, and I felt grateful.

"Hubby, are you okay? Do your stitches still hurt?” I asked, pushing aside my own pain.

He smiled again. “Worry about yourself first. How are your stitches?”

“The transplant was a success. We share the same kidney now, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine soon," I whispered, holding his hand.

"We are one. One soul, one body, one heart. I will never leave you, my wife," Michael replied, gently patting my head.

He looked at me with love.

"I promise to make you the happiest woman on our wedding anniversary next month. Get ready, because I'm marking you."

I laughed with delight.

TODAY IS OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

"Congratulations, Ruby! But where's Beta Michael, your husband? I haven’t seen him," a friend asked.

The celebration under the full moon was filled with guests from the neighboring pack. Lycans, Betas, Omegas, and Deltas came to wish me a happy anniversary and a new marking day.

"Besides the wedding, I'm happiest he found a kidney donor," a Lycan commented, and everyone laughed.

Most guests knew that Beta Michael needed a kidney two months ago. Despite our offers, no one was willing to sell theirs. They didn’t know I was the donor—his Omega wife.

"Hello, sister! Happy Anniversary!" A sing-song voice came from the crowd, holding a flower bouquet. It was Ella, my stepsister.

I rolled my eyes and stepped away. Today was too special to let her ruin it.

"So cold," I heard her scoff, but I didn’t care. I accepted more congratulations before slipping back into the house to find Michael.

"Babe, where are you?"

No answer.

"Honey...?" I called as I walked up the stairs, but still no response.

Finally, near our bedroom, the door opened, and Michael stepped into the hall. His powerful frame was illuminated by the chandelier.

My heart skipped a beat. He wore an outfit that matched mine perfectly.

"Babe, why are you here? Everyone is waiting," I asked.

His expression was colder than usual, eyes distant. Despite his frown, he remained strikingly handsome, his dark hair gleaming and shoulders broad.

“You can keep welcoming them; I’m not in the mood to see anyone,” he said, which struck me as odd.

"Come on, honey, we can’t leave them waiting. Just make an appearance," I urged, moving to embrace him.

But Michael averted his gaze, his eyes vacant. He didn’t return my smile. Instead, he stepped back, creating space between us. "Ruby,"