My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

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of my tears on the clinic floor. Instead,

the designer clothes Dante had bought me. I didn't

y comfortable sweate

nder layers of unworn silk scarves,

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the day I found out I was pregnant. Be

"sensitive" about children b

aited in the car, checking his watch,

bric to my nose. It smelled

dropped it into the trash co

silence. It was the most satisf

e to Moretti

traightened up when I walked in.

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d in my pocket

emanded. No hello. No

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you're upset about last night. Sofia had

th with her," I said. "D

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Did you pick it up, or did the cle

I'm busy. I'll see

ing voice came from his end of

e, but not well enough

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nutes ago on Sofia's account. Dante's hand, recognizable

ing always ta

ed her

my phone rang aga

d to come to th

ming, Matte

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g wheel until my knuckles t

ood, Elena. He's B-negative. The hosp

s sound that scraped my th

rgery. The surgery you gave her a ki

m die. It would have

ed him for ten years, wasn't quite dead yet. S

ming,"

past the guards. I sat in the ch

into my arm, drawing the life

I was still recov

e said, looking worried.

ood flow through the tube. "Take it all. T

black before th