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

The doctor agreed, saying, “That’s precisely my recommendation. If she truly lost a kidney, a full-body examination is crucial. Medication alone won’t suffice.”

He added pointedly, “If you’re neglecting Amy, don’t worry – there are people who won’t. I’ve never seen someone abandoning their own wife for a mistress when she’s on her deathbed.”

With a frustrated huff, Liam pulled up my medical record on the doctor’s computer. The previously calm doctor straightened, adjusting his reading glasses, rechecking my file multiple times.

His face grew horrified as he finally addressed me: “You’re twenty-five, missing a kidney, with a creatinine level over 1500, in the final stage of kidney failure, no medication, no dialysis – and you just strolled in here like that?”

Um, was it really that bad?

Honestly, I didn’t think so. Aside from my heart racing, occasional dizziness, shortness of breath, and bouts of fatigue, nothing felt particularly urgent.

No major bleeding, no blinding pain…why were they acting so over the top?

In contrast to Liam’s concern and the doctor’s alarm, Luke looked entirely unbothered – more than that, he seemed dismissive and disgusted.

“Seriously? Is this an act? Amy, don’t get so wrapped up in the role.”

He’d rather believe I was orchestrating a scene with the doctor than face reality.

Some of the patients waiting nearby couldn’t help themselves, muttering in distaste.

“This guy looks decent enough, but what a heartless jerk – his wife’s in end-stage kidney failure, and he’s here with another woman.”

“And that woman? She’s got to be faking it too. If she really gave him a kidney, she’d be making sure everyone saw it to prove her so-called sacrifice.”

“Shameless – she’s acting more entitled than his actual wife.”

…

Claire looked completely flustered by the whispers, caught in a spiral of distress. She tried turning on the waterworks, her gaze fixed pleadingly on Luke. “Luke, if Amy had known you needed a kidney first, I’m sure she’d have done it without hesitation. I’m just sorry my worrying for you may have cost her the chance to help.”

With a choked sigh, she added, “Maybe it’s best I come to these appointments alone in the future. I don’t want my presence to hurt your relationship with Amy.”

Playing the role of the wronged woman, Claire’s tears earned her Luke’s immediate sympathy. He turned to the room with a scowl.

“Don’t be fooled by Amy’s performance – she’s an actress through and through. The Golden Globe should give her a Best Actress award just for today.”

He added, “Claire, let’s go. The patients here lack class, and the doctor clearly lacks ethics. We’ll never set foot in this hospital again.”

Liam, fed up, grabbed Luke’s arm to stop him. “Luke, you’ll regret this.”

Luke turned to him, smirking. “I’ve been regretting it for a long time. She tricked me into believing she’d given me her kidney, poisoned my dad against Claire, and you think I’d have married her otherwise?”

Right. He wasn’t the only one with regrets.

I used to be such a hopeless romantic, foolishly believing that love was more important than life itself.

If I could redo it, I would’ve let him rot in that hospital. With a whole, healthy body, I’d be out there living my life, not tied down by this absurd mess.

Watching Luke and Claire act out their own soap opera nearly made me lose my lunch. Just then, my feng shui expert messaged me back: [If you want to break free from him in your next life, there’s a simple way: divorce.]

Perfect.

If I’d known it was that easy, I’d have done it ages ago.

I looked up at Luke and said, “Luke, let’s get divorced.”

He stared at me, momentarily caught off guard. “Amy, if you keep acting like this, how are you going to clean up the ending if you don't die?”