Tired of Being My Husband's Substitute, I Ran Away

"Jerissa, the doctor said this heart is a better match for your sister. Tell your mother to wait for the next donor."

Jerald slid the Heart Transplant Waiver Form across the table toward Jerissa.

Her fingers tightened around the neck of the wine bottle. "So that's it?" Her voice was low, trembling with restrained fury.

"The first time I came to your house, it was only so you could ask me to give up the heart my mother has been waiting for five years—so that Juliette can live?"