Sister stole my husband after I saved her life

I gave her my kidney. She took my husband in return.

When Lavinia was dying, I bled for her. I thought sacrifice would make us family. Instead, it made me a fool.

Months later, weak from surgery, I walked into a clinic and froze. My husband sat beside her, his hand on hers.

“Don’t worry, Lav,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you—and our baby.”

My scar ached. My world collapsed. The sister I saved was carrying my husband’s child!

“Erin gave me her kidney,” Lavinia said, smirking. “But you gave me your love. She’ll never understand what we have, Trev.”