My mom was a hardcore shipper, obsessed with M/M romance. To get a front-row seat to her favorite kind of OTP, Mom introduced me to Jason Miller. I was kept completely in the dark, forced into being his beard. Jason’s boyfriend, Ethan, had kidney failure. To get him a transplant, Jason planned to carve my kidney out himself, knife stroke by knife stroke. In my final moments, I placed my last hope in my mother and sister. But Mom took a step back, feigning heartbreak, and shook her head at me. “Chloe, honey, someone always has to sacrifice for true love. It just happens to be you this time.” My sister, Stella, was in the operating room, frantically punching numbers on a calculator, greedily eyeing my remaining organs. “Why not just take the rest of her organs too? They’re worth a lot of money.” I died tortured, leaving only an empty shell, my body dumped in the river by their combined efforts. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom introduced me to Jason. 1 The memory of the pain was still vivid. But the harsh sunlight streaming through the window told me I’d been reborn. My gaze fell on Mom, beaming as she introduced the sharply dressed Jason Miller standing beside her. “Chloe, honey, you’re not getting any younger. You know what they say about women over thirty! Look at this young man, so handsome, great job.” Meeting their probing, appraising gazes, I fought down the hatred threatening to erupt inside me. Last time, I’d believed Mom was looking out for me, carefully choosing a good man. I didn’t realize until I was dying that it was all to satisfy her own obsession—shipping real-life gay couples. As my eyes closed for the last time, I’d asked her in disbelief, why? Why push your own daughter into the abyss? My words seemed to tear open an old wound. Her eyes bloodshot, she brandished a knife, slashing at me viciously. “What do you understand? Only same-sex love is real love! Straight relationships are just… wrong. Someone has to sacrifice for pure love! It just happens to be you!” “I had a true love once, but your grandmother ruined everything! She tore us apart! She forced me to get married and have children, making me lose my true love forever!” Hatred flared in Mom’s eyes. Amidst my terror, she plunged the knife down, gouging out my eyes. After I was dead, she cradled my body, sobbing. “Don’t blame Mom, please don’t blame Mom. Your eyes… they’re just like your grandmother’s. I hate her, I hate her!” Snapping back from the memory, I calmly picked up my coffee cup and took a sip. Mom’s smile froze, a hint of anger creeping in. “Chloe Davis, are you even listening to me?” I looked Jason up and down. He seemed like a decent guy, almost too perfect. “He doesn’t look like he’s hurting for female company,” I said lightly. “Or male company, for that matter.” Jason blinked, then awkwardly offered, “You can check my phone anytime. I have nothing to hide.” Right on cue, his phone rang. The caller ID read “Delivery.” Same old trick. Whenever I was with Jason, he’d get calls from “Delivery,” but he never actually received any packages. Once, when he was showering, I tried to answer it for him. He burst out, barely bothering with pants, snatched the phone, and yelled at me. Clearly, his little boyfriend getting jealous. But this time, I snatched the phone first and quickly hit speakerphone. Ethan’s slightly coquettish voice came through. “Baby J, why aren’t you answering my calls?” I feigned surprise. “Wow, delivery services are getting really personal these days, huh?” Jason’s face went pale as he lunged for the phone. “I’m working. Be professional.” The voice on the other end immediately switched tones, calling him “Mr. Miller.” Mom jumped in, trying to cover for him. “Oh, you know how young guys are, always joking around. Don’t be so sensitive.” 2 I nodded slowly, pretending to finally understand. Jason breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked, “Ms. Davis, would you consider—” I held up a hand, cutting him off, and rushed towards the restroom. I stayed there for a good ten minutes. “Sorry,” I said upon returning. “My old job as a hotel manager… it was so busy, I never had time for bathroom breaks. I got used to holding it in. Now that I’m older, my kidneys aren’t what they used to be.” “My last check-up wasn’t great. Tried to take better care of myself, but it didn’t really help.” Jason visibly tensed but managed a polite smile, seemingly unsure if I was serious. “You’re too impressive, Chloe. I’m worried I’m not good enough for you. But if you’re interested, of course, we could give it a try.” Mom clapped her hands together and leaned back, grinning like an idiot. Jason offered me his contact info, asking me to add him. My eyes flickered, and I waved my hand apologetically again. “Sorry, gotta use the restroom again.” I repeated this charade four or five times, really selling the “bad kidneys” story. When I returned the final time, Jason’s face was dark, arms crossed, looking impatiently at Mom. I glanced down at the barrage of texts from Stella on my phone – mostly variations of "Where the hell are you?" and "Why didn't you clean up my makeup disaster?" I snapped a picture of Jason and sent it back. "Sorry, sis. Mom set me up on a blind date. Bit busy today. Actually, I'll probably be busy a lot from now on... busy dating." Sure enough, Stella unleashed a flood of sixty-second angry voice messages, demanding to know why Mom found me such a hot guy and demanding my location. A smile touched my lips. I generously sent her the address. I remembered vividly how, as I lay dying, Stella had been in the operating room punching numbers on a calculator, figuring out how much my organs would fetch. She had conspired with Jason, personally forcing the drugged milk down my throat. Afterward, she’d stood over me like a victor. “My dear sister, who told you to be so stupid? Can’t even keep a man interested. If you had any charm, he wouldn’t have cheated with a guy. This is all your fault, your incompetence. You deserve to die.” Since she was so capable, this “blessing” was hers for the taking. Mom was desperately trying to make conversation between Jason and me. Jason just leaned back in his chair, ignoring her, scrolling through his phone. Mom shot me frantic looks. I pretended not to notice, patiently waiting for Stella to storm in. 3 Soon enough, the star arrived. Stella, wearing dramatic makeup, her eyes lighting up the second she saw Jason, plopped down right next to him. She tossed her hair, feigning shyness. “Hi, I’m Stella Davis, her sister. Younger and prettier.” Jason looked her up and down, unable to hide the smirk in his eyes. Mom shot me a furious glare, panicking, and yanked Stella away. “Who told you to come here? You brat, get back home right now! This isn’t the place for you.” Stella stomped her foot, pouting. “Why does she get introduced to such a great guy? You always favor her! I don’t care, I like him too.” I watched, amused, as Mom stammered, unable to explain, and Stella fought tooth and nail to take something—anything—from me. Stella lived by a simple motto since childhood: “What’s mine is mine, and what’s hers is mine.” She’d throw a fit if I got something she didn’t, even something trivial. So, I knew she’d fight me for Jason. In my past life, she’d actually cried and screamed at home, demanding to marry him. That was the one time I’d held onto something I thought was mine. Turns out, I was holding onto trash. Mom’s face flushed red. She couldn’t very well reveal Jason was gay—why would she introduce a gay man to her daughter then? Jason stood up and smoothly pulled Mom aside into the nearby stairwell. Clutching my stomach, pretending to have another urgent need, I slipped away towards the restroom. Then I quietly doubled back, held my breath in the stairwell, and listened to their conversation. Jason’s tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I want Stella. Her kidney is a better match. Ethan can’t wait much longer. Don’t make trouble.” Mom, teary-eyed, clutched his sleeve. “No, no, go mess with Chloe! Do whatever you want to Chloe! Stella… I raised her since she was little. I can’t bear it.” Jason grabbed Mom’s throat, squeezing until her face turned purple. “So what if you raised her? Forgot whose blood runs in her veins? That man’s blood. Admit it, after all these years, he tamed you. You fell for him.” Mom’s eyes turned bloodshot, hatred spewing out with her yell. “I didn’t! I hate them! Only same-sex love is real! My heart only has room for her!” Satisfied, Jason helped her up. “That’s right. Only same-sex love is real. Someone has to give something up for pure love, right? You wouldn’t want to see me and Ethan end up separated like you were, right?” Mom’s eyes hardened slightly, but she still hesitated. Then Jason played his final card. “I’ve found the woman you loved back then. She’s overseas now. After she left you, she lost her appetite, couldn’t sleep, fell into a deep depression. I’ve already arranged for her treatment. If you help me, I’ll bring her back to you.” Mom shed her last trace of sadness, her voice urgent, as if afraid he’d change his mind. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you! You have to make sure she gets the best treatment. I want to see her.” Just like that, in less than ten minutes, Mom traded Stella away like a bargaining chip, just as she had done with me in my past life. I quickly and silently slipped away, returning to my seat across from Stella, acting as if nothing had happened. Stella shot me a venomous look, her challenge obvious. When Mom returned, she wore the mask of a loving mother again, beaming as she told Stella that Jason found her very unique and felt more connected to her. I nearly choked on my coffee. Unique? If wearing lingerie as outerwear counted as unique, then sure. Stella shrieked with delight, linking her arm happily through Mom’s. Before leaving, she looked down at me with pure mockery. “Sister, I win again. You’re still useless. What was yours is mine now.” A genuine smile spread across my face. “You can have him. Trash belongs in the trash can, after all.” Watching her swagger off triumphantly, I knew the seeds of my revenge were already sprouting. My dear sister, your good fortune is just beginning.
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