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My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

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a second I genuinely thought I had misheard him.

The woman in red gave a small, uncomfortable smile, as if she had expected tears and was prepared to stand through them.

“He said you two were basically done already,” she murmured.

I looked from her to Ethan.

“You’re divorcing me before surgery?”

“The timing doesn’t really matter,” he said.

“The surgery is continue reading …

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