The Tragic Novel’s Male Lead Pawned His Love

My wife, whom I cared for over ten years, had barely recovered from a serious illness before throwing herself into the arms of her first love, the man she'd always adored.

She showered him with luxury cars and designer goods, spoiling him rotten.

On our wedding anniversary, she even took my kidney with a shot of anesthetic, then kissed her first love passionately beside me as I lay barely alive.

"You only lost an organ. He's about to lose his life. Who do you think I'll choose?"

"Without your movie star status, you're just a drowned dog begging at my feet. You think you can compete with him? You're a broke nobody. Know your place."

She drove me out of the villa into the storm. Dragging my broken body through the rain, I stumbled into a pawnshop.

The owner took a drag from his cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke at me.

"Kid, you can't get away from her in this life. But you can pawn this love. It's worth eight billion. So, are you in?"