Took My Kidney for His Love

My husband, the hospital director, stole my kidney to save his beloved first love, who suffered from uremia.

While I was under anesthesia for heart surgery, he stormed into the operating room without permission and ordered the removal of one of my kidneys.

I begged him to stop, explaining that my heart condition was critical and that I could not survive back-to-back major surgeries.

He only sneered at me, his voice dripping with disdain. “I knew you’d be jealous of Cece and make pathetic excuses. That’s exactly why I chose this moment.”