I Gave Them My Kidneys, They Gave Me Hatred

The night before our divorce, Winston Jones and I go at it like we've lost our minds. We move from the bathroom to the living and then to the balcony; we leave traces of our love everywhere.When we're finished, Winston cries his heart out. "Can we not divorce, darling?"Our three-year-old son gets on his knees before me and holds my hand. "Don't leave, Mommy."I calmly pack my things. "I'm going to live the good life. Stop trying to drag me down, you two losers."…Five years later, Winston becomes Hesperia's richest man, and our son is a world-renowned genius.During a television interview, they sit together and look into the cameras. They say in unison, "We're rich now. Can you please come home?"The next thing they know, the host pushes me onto the stage. I'm skinny to an extreme and disheveled. I smile calmly when I look at Winston and our son. "Do you want to be my sponsor? I'm cheap."The livestream is abruptly cut off, and Winston looks at me icily while holding our son's hand. "You guys have got the wrong person. My wife would never sell herself like a hooker.""Not everyone is worthy of being my mother," my son says.Five years ago, they both had kidney failures. They have no idea that I secretly donated both of mine to them.