Stardust to Ashes

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation.

But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact.

Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal.

"Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery."

With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved.

But she never made it through that stormy night.

Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled.

Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director.

"Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."

"All these years, I stayed by Marianne's side… only to atone for my sins."

Cameron Mitchell's voice was as warm and gentle as ever, yet his words sent a chill through my entire body.

So what I'd mistaken for redemption… was nothing but charity.

In his heart, there had only ever been one woman—Lucy Wendell.

Fine. I would step aside and give them my blessing.

…

The archive room door stood slightly ajar. Cameron's voice drifted out, thick with remorse.

"I had no choice. I already hurt Lucy once—I couldn't let anything happen to her mother, too. As for Marianne… I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."

The deputy director's voice dropped, but the anger beneath was unmistakable.

"But that surgery seven years ago—you could've saved them both! You ripped out Marianne's mother's kidney just to give it to Lucy's mom! If this gets out, you won't just lose your license—you'll go to prison! All for a woman who never loved you back. Was it worth it?"

Not even a second of hesitation.

Cameron's reply struck like lightning through my chest. "Worth it."

His words exploded in my skull, leaving a deafening roar in their wake.

"Then keep this buried. Don't let her find out. Don't forget—Marianne's been a journalist for years. You ruined yourself over Lucy… but have you ever stopped to think? You destroyed Marianne, too."

"Let her find out if she wants. If it comes to that, I'll take the fall. At least I've saved enough to ensure she'll live a rich life."

His tone was disturbingly calm, as if discussing the forecast.

"Cameron, I just don't get you. Whatever—there's no reasoning with you…"

Their voices faded.

Footsteps approached—the sharp click of leather shoes against tile.

Panicked, I turned to leave—but my skirt snagged on the shelf.

The scalding coffee