My Wife Gave My Liver to Her Moonlight Lover

In the cold hospital room, my younger brother insisted on taking my liver, not caring whether I lived or died. I begged my wife with the last bit of hope I had, but all she said was, "Go ahead with the transplant." I gave a bitter laugh and resignedly let go of the sleeve I was clutching. I didn't tell her I had a System mission. If she abandoned me, I would fail the mission, be erased, and die on the spot.