After I Became a Kidney Donor for My Husband, I Learned He Was Cheating on Me With My Sister – Then Karma Stepped In
Or So I Thought
I’m Meredith, 43. I thought I had a solid life—marriage, two kids, a home I trusted. When my husband Daniel’s kidneys failed, I didn’t hesitate to donate one of mine. The surgery saved his life, and I believed we were stronger for it.
Months later, he grew distant. One night, after stepping out briefly to grab dessert for a surprise, I came home early—and found him in our bedroom with my younger sister.
I didn’t scream. I left. The next morning, I filed for divorce.
As things unraveled, Daniel became tied to a financial investigation that ended in his arrest. The divorce finalized soon after. I kept my health, my kids, and my integrity.
I don’t regret donating my kidney.
I regret who I gave it to.
I lost a husband and a sister—but I walked away whole.
