I Planned to Announce My Pregnancy, Boyfriend and Bestie Announced Their Wedding Chapter 11

I Planned to Announce My Pregnancy, Boyfriend and Bestie Announced Their Wedding Chapter 11

## [Elena’s POV]

Vivian glanced back at Nathan in the hospital room as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Elena Reyes.”

She took my wrist.

“I know what I did was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“I’m asking you for one thing. The transplant tests say Nathan and I are a match. Don’t tell him the kidney came from me. If he knew, he’d rather have it cut back out.”

I didn’t answer. My eyes stung.

When I hesitated, Vivian pulled out a small knife and pressed it to her wrist, determination in her eyes.

“Elena Reyes, I’m begging you! If you refuse, I’ll slit my wrist right here in front of you!”

“Okay.”

I took the knife from her.

“I promise.”

Vivian smiled, her face pale, but her gaze never left Nathan in the room.

The next day, they wheeled them both into surgery.

I waited outside the operating room with Pat.

She sat in a daze, clutching Vivian’s clothes, staring at nothing.

Seven hours later, they were wheeled out.

Pat stumbled to Vivian’s side. Tears dripped onto her daughter’s face.

A few days later, Nathan was recovering well with no signs of transplant rejection.

On the day he was discharged, he took my hand excitedly.

“Elena, after I came home that day, I was diagnosed with lupus. I prayed for a miracle because I wanted to live and protect you for the rest of my life.”

His eyes glistened.

“God heard me. That has to mean our story isn’t over, doesn’t it?”

“Give me one last chance. Please forgive me…”

I looked at him for a long time. Then I pulled my hand away.

“Come with me.”

We took a cab together.

Nathan kept asking where we were going, but his expression grew grave when we arrived.

“Elena, why did you bring me to Cedar Hill Memorial Park?”

I said nothing and led him along the path, up more steps than I could count.

Then we stopped in front of a grave.

The headstone read:

BELOVED DAUGHTER

VIVIAN CHANDLER

Nathan froze. His mouth hung open.

“Your kidney didn’t come from a miracle,” I said. “It came from Vivian.”

He whipped his head toward me, disbelief in his eyes.

I bent down and brushed the fallen leaves off the stone.

“Vivian didn’t lie about one thing. She was really dying.”

“She made me promise not to tell you. She said you’d rather die than take her kidney.”

“But I thought you should know.”

Nathan’s eyes reddened as he stared silently at the photo on the headstone.

I went on.

“Nathan, you and I will never be together. Not in this lifetime.”

“Could you really carry your guilt toward Vivian and pretend nothing happened while you were with me? I couldn’t. The thought disgusts me.”

The sky darkened, heavy with rain.

“Nathan.”

I turned to leave.

“Live well. Don’t make me lose respect for you.”

I walked out of the cemetery.

The moment I got in the car, the rain poured down.

I didn’t know what would happen to Nathan after that. I’d done everything I could.

The bond the three of us had shared for more than a decade ended there.

The car pulled away.

As I leaned against the window, I suddenly heard a voice.

It seemed to whisper beside my ear and echo from somewhere far away at the same time.

It was a child’s voice, young enough to leave me dazed.

“Is growing up hard?”

“A little.”

“Then let’s not grow up. Okay?”

“Okay. Let’s stay little forever.”