I became an organ donor for my husband, and two days after the operation, I discovered that my liver was actually not meant for him.

I met Gary at university, and it was love at first sight. We got married right after finishing our studies. Our love was deep, and I was ready to do anything for him.

One day, the doctors diagnosed him with cirrhosis and said that he had no chance of surviving without a liver transplant. I was compatible, so I agreed to become a donor without hesitation.

The operation was long and difficult, but afterward, Gary was in a good mood and, with his calm smile, he thanked me for saving his life.

We returned home, and two days later, the doctor called me and said that he wanted to speak to me privately about something important. I went to the hospital, thinking it was related to Gary’s health.

The doctor looked at me hesitantly and then said, “The liver you donated was actually not for your husband.” He told me what had really happened.

I was frozen, unable to believe what I was hearing…

The rest of my story is in the article in the first comment 

There had been an administrative swap: a priority patient needed a compatible liver, and my transplant had been redirected to them.

Gary received a liver from a deceased donor.

I confronted him.

He lied, claiming that I had indeed given part of my liver.

But by going through his emails, I discovered that he had planned my deception.

He had negotiated funding for his start-up in exchange for my transplant.

When I confronted him about it, he tried to convince me that it was for our future.

But I replied, “You sold my body, my trust, my love.”

I left.

Despite the physical pain, my thirst for justice was stronger than anything.