Terminal Cancer: My Wife, Who Hates Me to the Bone, Regrets Everything

We'd been married for three years, but my wife had never loved me. She humiliated me in every way.

For three years, I was her lovesick lapdog. All I wanted was to spend my remaining days with her after being diagnosed with cancer.

But she took the hand of a young man who looked almost exactly like her first love and coldly threw a divorce agreement at me.

“Either divorce me or donate a kidney to save him. Choose one.”

I couldn't warm her heart anymore.

I gave a bitter smile and climbed onto the operating table.

But after I actually died, why did the wife who had once treated me like trash cry her eyes out and beg me to come back?