My Husband Is the Perfect Kidney Donor to His Mistress

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love.

When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant.

I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do.

My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face.

"What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!"

I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one."

"Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

As soon as I said this, my husband's expression changed completely.

He frowned. "This is hardly the time for jokes."

I replied coldly, "David, don't you understand how scarce kidney donors are?"

David's eyebrows shot up, his voice taking on an angry edge. "Would I be asking you if they weren't scarce? You're my wife—you can't even help with this?"

I almost laughed from sheer disbelief, my eyes falling on their tightly clasped hands. "Oh, so you do remember I'm your wife."

"David, please don't get so worked up. Apologize to Dr. Porter,” Ava chimed in with a fake smile plastered on her face, still clutching David's hand. "Dr. Porter, don't misunderstand—there's nothing between David and me. He's just concerned about my condition."

I fought the urge to punch her in the face and kept my expression cold. "I'm not misunderstanding anything. The only help I can offer right now is to get you on dialysis immediately."

I signaled for the nurses to take Ava for blood work and other tests. David didn't follow her. Instead, he blocked my path as I tried to leave.

"Layla," he said, barely containing his anger, "are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?"

"Am I humiliating you, or are you humiliating me? Why didn't you take her to South City Specialty Hospital? Why bring her here? So everyone can laugh at me?"

This really set me off.

Yes, our hospital was top-tier, and yes, I was an attending physician in nephrology with a decent reputation in the field.

But less than twenty miles away was Central South Kidney Hospital—ranked third in the country. Their specialized equipment and expertise for kidney diseases far exceeded what our hospital could offer.

Why bring her here, of all places? Why flaunt their relationship right in my face? Did they think I had no dignity?

"Why are you being so unreasonable? Who's laughing at you? She's just an old classmate."

David was clearly on the edge of exploding, but for some reason, he held back and forced a smile.

"Layla, let's set our misunderstanding aside for now. This is life or death. I need to ask you something."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Your blood type. What is it?"

David stared intently at my face,