I thought donating a kidney to my husband was the greatest act of love I would ever make.
I never imagined that less than twenty-four hours later, I would discover that the man I had spent fifteen years loving had been living a secret life.
Daniel and I had two children together.
For years, I believed we were a family.
Then his kidneys began failing.
As his condition worsened, our lives became a blur of hospital appointments, medications, tests, and long conversations about the future.
When the doctors told us that I could potentially donate a kidney, I didn’t hesitate.
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