Liu Ruyan married me because she thought I was a good match for her.
With one of my kidneys, the man she had always loved could be brought back to life.
For three years, she pretended to care about me so she could get the perfect kidney for the transplant. But the day after our wedding, she couldn't wait to push me into the operating room herself.
The doctor said the risks were too high, but she scoffed. “It's just one kidney. It's not like it'll kill him.”
What she didn't know was that the kidney her father received three years earlier had also been mine.
Later, I died on the operating table and never came out. She wept until her voice gave out, kneeling as she begged me to forgive her.
