Destroying the Holy Husband



Chapter 2

Author:  No Daydreams

I beat the drum and turned the loudspeaker volume all the way up.

"My husband is donating a kidney to save a stranger!" I shouted. "What a great guy!"

Since Gideon wanted to play the saint, I figured I should help him out.

The commotion drew a crowd instantly.

Women from the neighborhood gathered around me. "Is your husband really going to donate a kidney to a stranger?"

I smiled. "Of course! Gideon's just too kind!"

They looked at me with pity.

Losing a kidney for no reason was a permanent blow. Even a perfectly healthy person wouldn't be able to make a full recovery from that.

One of the ladies, Mrs. Lawson, looked me over carefully and asked with concern, "Has your husband lost his mind? Why didn't you stop him? How do you expect to build a life together like this? You don't even have kids yet."

Kids?

Having a child for Gideon was the biggest mistake I made in my previous life.

During my postpartum recovery, I noticed my baby was missing, and only then did I find out that he had given our baby away. I was so furious that I smashed the door.

But Gideon scolded me for being petty. "It's just a baby. You can have another! That family really wanted a kid. Can't you be more understanding?"

In the end, I learned that the family was involved in human trafficking, but Gideon didn't care. He even laughed.

"They must have been desperate to resort to human trafficking. Who would have thought that the baby would end up making them money? Not bad at all. At least giving birth to him wasn't a total waste of your time."

Was that how a normal person would think?

I pushed those painful memories aside.

My phone had been buzzing for a while. Gideon had sent countless messages, asking me to come home.

"What are you telling people? That homeless guy is so pitiful. Just donate your kidney instead."

Since I hadn't responded, he called me several times.

I smiled and turned off my phone.

"Mrs. Lawson, how could you say that? Gideon's just too kind! In fact, the TV station wants to interview him!"

A group of people appeared in the distance, making their way toward us with camera equipment in hand.

The buzz of conversation filled the air as they approached.

I couldn't help but grin at the speed of their response.

A reporter recognized me at once. "You must be Mrs. Huber, right? We're from the TV station. We're here to interview your husband."

I welcomed them with a bright smile and invited them into my house.

As soon as Gideon saw me return, he rushed over. "Just listen to me. Donate your kidney."

What a joke.

The reporters set up and aimed the camera at us.

"Mr. Huber," one of them said, "we heard you're donating a kidney to a complete stranger suffering from kidney failure."

Only then did Gideon realize the TV crew had arrived.