My Husband Lost His Mother's Kidney Transplant Money for His First Love

My husband, Charlie Lewis, was trying to impress his first love, May Anderson, so he stole the money I had set aside for his mother, Patricia, to buy a football lottery ticket for the Hampton Cup.

As Patricia was critically ill, May celebrated her winning a house in a classmate's chat group and thanked Charlie for helping her with the capital.

Patricia passed away after failing to be resuscitated due to the loss of her donor kidney.

When Patricia was cremated, Charlie and May celebrated the housewarming.

After realizing the truth, Charlie stood in front of my house for three days and nights and cried for my forgiveness.

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"Tiffany, Patricia's condition has suddenly worsened, so she must have a kidney transplant immediately. The cost is about half a million dollars, so you should make the payment quickly."

As Patricia's doctor, my best friend, Lillian Hill, anxiously urged me after she came out of the ICU, "Patricia is having a hard time getting a donor kidney, and there are a lot of patients in the hospital looking forward to getting it. I can help you stall for time, so you must hurry."

My eyes filled with tears as I nodded tremblingly.

The money I had saved for eight years on a shoestring was for Patricia's kidney, but it was taken by Charlie secretly this morning.

Patricia was waiting to be saved, and all I could do was call Charlie over and over again, but there was never an answer.

By the time I called for the tenth time, Charlie had blacklisted me.

I was anxious like crazy. I grabbed the hospital's landline and dialed Charlie's number once again, trying to rush to Charlie down the phone line.

Finally, with my stubborn persistence, the call was answered.

"Charlie..."

I had just uttered Charlie's name when May's voice came on the other side of the phone.

"Charlie is watching soccer with us. Is something wrong?"

I lost my mind instantly, crying and growling, "Is his mom's life more important or watching soccer? Put Charlie on the phone! Immediately, right now!"

After a few seconds of silence, Charlie finally answered the phone.

His voice was indifferent and sounded quite impatient. "Tiffany, can you do your own thing besides staring at me like crazy every day?"

I suppressed my grief as I cried and pleaded, "Your mother's condition has worsened, and she has to get a new kidney right away, so you should hurry up and send the money to the hospital!"

Charlie snorted, "You even cursed my mother to get me to come home. It makes me disgusted that you're so vicious."

Saying that, Charlie hung up the phone straight away.

I was distraught. When I called Charlie again, he had turned off his cell phone.