My Heart, His Spare Part

My bodyguard, Grant, took the full force of a speeding car meant for me. In that moment, I realized I loved him. He was my protector, and I thought his fierce devotion was mine alone.

But in the hospital, I overheard the truth. He hadn't saved me; he'd saved my kidney.

I wasn't the woman he loved. I was just the "best option" for his sick sister's transplant.

Every tender gesture, every watchful glance, was a lie designed to keep his organ donor safe and compliant. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a collection of spare parts.