On the day of the finals, my wife's true love accused me of causing her broken bone.
My wife flew into a rage and crippled my right hand in front of everyone.
She said I was jealous and needed to learn my lesson.
With my body disabled, I could only work as a sparring partner at a boxing club, suffering injury after injury every day.
I spent three years in that dark club. The only person who stayed quietly by my side was the junior from school who had always pursued me.
When my wife came to see me, I thought she had come to rescue me from the darkness.
Instead, she demanded I make it up to her true love by donating one of my kidneys.
At the hospital, she broke down crying when she saw my critical condition notice.
But I no longer cared. I signed the donation agreement.
Then she tore it up and begged me to stay alive.
