After Saving His Life, I Saved Myself

Summary

I donate my kidney to save my husband, Charlie Ashford.

However, when I'm discharged from the hospital, he kicks me out of the master bedroom and tells me to stay in the guest room without any hesitation.

"I feel sick just looking at your scar. It looks like a centipede," he says. "Savannah will be moving into the master bedroom since she's pregnant."

My wound splits open that night. I call Charlie 100 times to ask for help as I lie in a pool of my own blood.

My calls go unanswered, but I can hear Savannah Quinton's high-pitched moans of ecstasy coming from the master bedroom.