Took My Kidney for His Love
My husband, the hospital director, stole my kidney to save his beloved first love, who suffered from uremia.
While I was under anesthesia for heart surgery, he stormed into the operating room without permission and ordered the removal of one of my kidneys.
I begged him to stop, explaining that my heart condition was critical and that I could not survive back-to-back major surgeries.
He only sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain. “I knew you’d be jealous of Cece and make pathetic excuses. That’s exactly why I chose this moment.”
Ignoring my desperate pleas, he took my kidney and walked away. In the end, I suffered multiple post-surgery complications and died miserably on the operating table.