He Donated a Kidney to His White Moonlight, Then Regretted It

My husband's first love developed acute kidney failure, and I was the only one whose tissue type matched hers.

To save her life, he forced me to get an abortion when I was six months pregnant.

In the gentlest voice, he said the cruelest words: “Can't you be a little kinder? All you're losing is a child, but she's losing her life!”

I refused with all my might, but he threatened to kill himself.

On the operating table, both my child and I died.

His first love's transplant was successful, and she survived.

Everything had turned out exactly as he wanted, yet when he learned I was dead, he went mad.