My daughter was fighting for her life in the intensive care operating room, but my wife, her attending physician, was nowhere to be found.
The resuscitation failed, and my daughter died.
My heart turned to ash. I frantically searched for my wife.
Then I saw her in her ex-boyfriend's arms, the two of them kissing passionately.
So my wife had done it on purpose.
After all those years of sharing a bed, she thought I was the driver who had run over her mother.
Now that our daughter was dead, her corneas could be donated to the man she had always loved.
She said I didn't deserve to have children and that I deserved to die without an heir.
She had no idea that the person who had really killed her mother was her own ex-boyfriend.
At our daughter's funeral, my wife learned the truth and fell to her knees, begging me frantically for forgiveness.
But it was already too late...
