My Husband Chose His True Love's Dog Over My Life

The dog of my husband's true love was sick, just like me—but only one of us could be saved.

To my despair, he had a plane returning from abroad turn around, all for that dog to get better treatment.

My own husband didn't care at all that the same flight was carrying the kidney I desperately needed to live.

Clutching the notice saying I was in critical condition, my body cold and breath shallow, I begged Thatcher through tears to save me.

But all I got was a punishment.

"Veronica's dog is sick. Do you even know how upset she is? And you? Pretending to be sick for what—attention?