Three Years After I Died, My Wife Asked Me to Donate a Kidney to Her Childhood Friend

When my green-tea childhood friend pushed me off the villa terrace, my wife was on the phone, affectionately calling him baby. I thought I would die, but I only ended up half crippled. Still unsatisfied, my wife’s childhood friend hired people to dismember me and bury me in the back garden of the resort. Three years after I died, he developed kidney failure, and my wife finally remembered me. She brought a group of bodyguards to the private resort to find me. When she couldn’t find me anywhere, she thought I was hiding. “If you agree to donate a kidney to A Chuan, I’ll consider your punishment over and let you come home.” In the end, she dug up the entire place and found only my bones.