My Brother Gave His Kidney to Save His First Love

I died alone on the street. No one found me until the stench gave me away. And even then, my family still hated me—for stopping my brother from donating a kidney to save his childhood sweetheart. My brother wanted to give her his kidney. I fought tooth and nail to stop him. He kept his kidney—but she died three days later anyway. I planned every step of my brother’s career and built his future from the ground up. Yet he hated me for the rest of his life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my brother was supposed to sign the kidney donation consent forms. I stormed into the room. My brother eyed me warily and swore he wouldn’t give me another chance to stop him this time around. But this time, I had no intention of stopping him. I pulled out my phone and hit record.