In our third year together, I finally got the news I'd been waiting for: my girlfriend agreed to get engaged. My friends all said she had ulterior motives for accepting my proposal, and that I'd thrown away all my pride and dignity for a woman who didn't love me.
I wasn't angry or upset. I focused on preparing the wedding, just to give her the grand ceremony of her dreams. But on the day of the wedding, she stood me up and turned to the man she'd always loved, who had just returned from abroad.
When we met again, she knelt before me, desperate to save the man she loved. She wanted one of my kidneys...
