Cursed Me to Die Early: Why Were You Crazy When I Died?

End-stage kidney disease had taken its toll, pushing my heart and muscles beyond their limits.

Yet, even more exhausting was how relentless Luke seemed in his efforts to take my plot away.

While I was racking my brain for ways to keep him off it, my former med school classmate, now my doctor, Liam Doyle, called.

He informed me that my test results were looking bleak and insisted I go in to the nephrology unit immediately.

To avoid him showing up at my door, I dragged myself to the hospital, though the last thing I felt like doing was making the trip.

As I sat in the waiting room, I pulled out my phone and texted my feng shui master, asking if there was any foolproof way to guarantee that Luke would be completely out of my next life.

Before I could get a reply, I heard Liam’s urgent voice right above me.

“Amy, we need to go to the ER now…”

Just then, a robotic voice echoed from the intercom: “Patient number 009, Amy Crawford, please wait outside the consultation room.”

Liam shot me a look, his shock evident. “Are you seriously sitting here waiting in line in your condition?”

Disappointed that my feng shui master hadn’t replied yet, I shut off my phone and looked up at Liam with a shrug. “What’s the rush?”

Facing death had numbed me to most things.

End-stage kidney disease didn’t faze me – I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to race against the inevitable.

Grabbing my wrist, Liam half-dragged me into the consultation room. “Doctor, can you take a look at her? She’s in pretty bad shape.”

Of all people, Claire was the patient already sitting in the room.

I caught her telling the doctor, her voice laced with an air of practiced calm, “Doctor, my records should be in the system – just an old condition acting up. No need for tests, just a refill will do...”

“Amy?” Luke’s familiar, angry voice sliced through the room, exactly as I’d expected.

Luke, Claire, and their faithful dog all in one place; even a saint would tremble.

It was painfully clear he hadn’t expected the name on the intercom to actually be mine. His expression darkened, irritation crossing his face.

“So you found out Claire was coming here for a check-up and decided to stage some pity act of your own?” he sneered, his tone drenched in icy scorn.

His gaze flicked down to Liam’s hand still holding my wrist, a spark of irritation and disappointment flickering in his eyes. “You’re still a married woman, Amy.”

“Oh,” I replied blandly, laying on the sarcasm thick. “So you can parade around here with Claire in your arms like it’s nothing, but a doctor takes me in for a check-up, and suddenly it’s a scandal? Really, Luke? That double standard is ridiculous, even for you.”

Caught off-guard, Luke had no comeback, his face tinged with embarrassment as the doctor and waiting patients eyed him warily.

Through gritted teeth, Luke spat out, “Amy, you know exactly how much Claire has sacrificed for me. She’s unwell because of everything she’s done for me. It’s our shared responsibility to take care of her. I’m actually doing you a favor, taking on this burden. Can’t you just be reasonable?”

I couldn’t help it – I burst out laughing.

“Whether Claire actually donated a kidney or not is your issue, not mine. Even if she did, it’s on you, not me. If you’re that concerned, go get her a full-body scan and quit acting like this is some grand romance.”

“You – “

The doctor had had enough and cut Luke off with a curt interruption.