You Drained My Bone Marrow When I Was Terminally Ill. Now I’m Dead, Why Are You Crying?

I have been married to my CEO wife for three years, and she has done everything she can to torment me.

She made me catch her lover's vomit in my hands, kneel in public to wipe her boy toy's shoes, and bring condoms for the various young men she brought home.

I did everything she asked, but she was still not satisfied. She found an even better way to torment me.

She hooked up with a boy toy who had leukemia.

Then she forced me, even though I was terminally ill, to donate my bone marrow to him.

"Gu Yan, don't try to act pitiful."

"Even if you die, you have to donate your bone marrow first! You owe me this!"

I owed her, and I repaid her with three years of unconditionally putting up with everything.

The debt is paid, and I don't have much time left.

I asked for a divorce. When she learned the truth, she regretted everything and broke down. She stopped tormenting me.