My seven-year-old daughter suddenly developed kidney failure. My husband, a doctor, said that removing a kidney was the only way to save her life.
I cried uncontrollably, but for my daughter's health, I chose to trust him.
After the surgery, my daughter's wound became infected, but I couldn't reach him no matter how hard I tried. In the end, my daughter died a horrible death.
Later, I accidentally learned that my husband had done all of this to save his first love's son.
But he said it was my fault for not taking good care of our daughter, and told me to stop making a fuss.
