Ten years ago, I ditched a high-paying job for my family. A decade later, they asked for my kidney—supposedly for my daughter, Talia. Turns out, the real patient was Hudson's first love's son.

They didn't even fake remorse. Hudson sneered, convinced I couldn't survive without him. Talia called me old and fat, acting like I should be grateful to help Bianca's kid.

A whole decade of sacrifice, and what did I get? No love. No thanks. Just entitlement.

To them, I was nothing but a free, disposable maid.

So I walked. No regrets. I rebuilt my life, found a job, and never looked back.

Then reality smacked them. Hudson and Talia finally realized everything I'd done. They begged me to come back—but my heart was already stone-cold.

In the end, I left the country, threw myself into work, and finally learned what it meant to live.

Six months ago, they told me my daughter, Talia, had kidney failure. That only I could save her.

But the night before surgery, I found out the truth—Talia was fine. The real patient? Gabriel, the son of my husband's first love, Bianca Tuck.

It was all a lie. A setup. Hudson had planned everything, and Talia—my own daughter—had played along. I was the only fool left in the dark.

In that moment, ten years of marriage, ten years of sacrifice, shattered.

I slammed the divorce papers on the table. Didn't even ask for custody. I was done.

Hudson frowned. "Lying was wrong, but is divorce really necessary? All I wanted was your kidney. You'll live with one—Gabriel won't if he doesn't get a good match."

I shut my eyes, exhaled slow, then shoved the papers back at him.

"Sign it."

"Luna, you've been a housewife for ten years. You're completely out of touch. Haven't I been the one supporting you?" Hudson sighed like I was the one being ridiculous. "You won't survive without me, so stop this nonsense.

"Just show up at the hospital tomorrow and donate the kidney. Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being half-disabled after surgery.

"I'll still send you money every month, take care of you."

"You have no right to ask for a divorce!" Talia snapped. "You've lived in our house, eaten our food—you're just a maid! And why shouldn't you donate? Gabriel's losing his life. You're only losing a kidney!"

I stared at her, stunned. My own daughter. Saying this.

Talia sneered, eyes raking over me with pure disgust. "Look at you. Out of shape, plain, useless.

"What man would ever want you after leaving Dad? Even a homeless guy under a bridge would turn you down."

She shoved a mirror in my face. "See for yourself! Fat, ugly, pathetic.

"You should be honored to donate to Bianca's son. Stop being so shameless!"

The woman staring back at me in the mirror—hollowed-out, exhausted—wasn't me. Not the woman I used to be.

"Oh, let me guess—you're about to say you gained weight because you were overworked after having me? That all the meds ruined your body?" Talia rolled her eyes. "Please. You're just lazy. Stop blaming me. Bianca had a kid too—why is she still slim?"

And just like that, it clicked. The real reason Talia never let me attend her school events. I used to think she was being considerate, that she knew crowds drained me. But no. She was just ashamed of me.

The perfect family I once believed in? Nothing but broken pieces.

"Sign the papers, or we'll settle this in court," I said, exhausted.

Talia scoffed. "You think threatening Dad with divorce will work? Have you seen yourself?"

Hudson let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you really have to make such a big deal out of this?

"Fine. Do whatever you want. But you're still coming to the hospital tomorrow. If you don't, don't expect a dime next month.

"Oh, and Bianca doesn't like hospital food—make something light for her. You cook all day anyway. One more meal won't kill you."

Talia groaned. "I was supposed to have a celebratory dinner with Bianca tonight. What a buzzkill." She shot me a look of disgust. "Let's go eat out. I can't stand pretending to be a sweet daughter to this old woman any longer."

Given her words, it almost felt like they and Bianca were the real family—while I was just the outsider. The disposable maid.

That night, I packed my things and left for good.