Livestreamed: My Dead Wife's Kidney for My True Love

When my wife, Cynthia Larson, dies of bone cancer, I am in Penwood on a honeymoon with my "first love".

After this is exposed, I—a well-known philanthropist—am subjected to the internet's rage for an entire month. Beyond threats and harassment messages, even my food deliveries are poisoned.

As public outrage intensifies, the companies under my name are on the verge of bankruptcy.

In overwhelming grief, I start a livestream.

Tens of thousands of viewers flood in, demanding that I apologize to my deceased wife. They want to see me suffer as I chase after lost love when it is too late.

Unexpectedly, I stand in front of Cynthia's grave holding a shovel. "She is already dead. Shouldn't her kidney be donated to Irene?"

The moment I drove the shovel into the grave for the first time, the viewership spiked from 10,000 to 30,000, but the screen was a chaotic blur of vitriol.

"Do you even have a conscience? You tormented Cynthia Larson when she was alive, and now that she's dead, you're digging up her grave?"

"Cynthia graduated from an elite university, and she spent all these years quietly pouring her life into your company. Even if you don't love her anymore, couldn't you at least let her rest in peace?"

"She must've been blind to ever fall for you!"

"We ought to look into every charitable foundation Henry Collins has under his name. Someone this ruthless can't possibly be treating those orphans kindly. Who knows? Maybe he's even involved in organ trafficking."

"Exactly! He won't even spare a dead woman's organs. I can't imagine how awful life must be for the kids in his orphanage."

"Who could be more pitiful than Cynthia? She gave him the best years of her life, and now that she's dead, he wants her kidney for his mistress!"

"Did something happen to Irene Shaw's kidney?"

"Well, she had it coming!"

I watched as the screen filled with indignant comments and laughed, completely unfazed. "Whatever Cynthia sacrificed, she did it because she wanted to. It's not like I forced her."

With that, I drove the shovel back into the grave.

The more unfazed I seemed, the angrier the viewers became.

As the vitriol poured in, I picked up the pace, even pausing to address the camera directly. "Cynthia may be dead, but her kidney can save Irene. Honestly, she should consider it an honor."

"Fuck! I'm shaking with rage! What kind of scumbag is this?"

"He cheated on his wife while she was alive, and now that she's dead, he wants her kidney for his mistress?"

"Does anyone know where this is? I'll head over and kill that bastard myself!"

I looked at the agitated viewers and panned my phone to show the bodyguards surrounding me. "Don't bother coming out in the middle of the night, everyone. I've got plenty of bodyguards with me. It's hard to say who would end up getting hurt."

As soon as the words left my lips, several viewers who had only been raging in the chat actually headed out.

Some even announced in the livestream, swearing I wouldn't live to see tomorrow's sunrise and promising to make me pay on camera.

As I watched the viewer count surge toward a million, a flicker of satisfaction rose in my chest.

Before I could engage with the crowd any further, a blinding beam of light landed on me.

The people arriving to confront me were faster than expected. It was almost as if it had been planned.

A group of men armed with metal clubs came swarming toward me, but the person leading them was a woman. She was tall and thin, her face marked by a jagged scar.

Before she even reached me, she screamed, "Stop what you're doing right now!"

Her voice was raspy. As the words left her mouth, she hurled a shovel at me.

My bodyguards moved to intercept the group, but they had no intention of backing down. "You son of a bitch, I'm going to cut your heart out!"

"She's already dead. Can't you just let her rest in peace?"

"A dead kidney is useless! If you're so worried about that mistress of yours, why don't you give her one of your own?"

I looked at the furious faces before me and shook my head calmly. "How would we know if her kidneys are usable or not unless we dig her up and see?"