My Wife Forced Me to Donate a Kidney to Her Lover

My wife Winnie who had been fooling around with her first love Chris for a long time, suddenly cared about me a lot.

She even transferred my mother to a VIP ward.

I thought she was no longer interested in Chris.

Later, I learned that everything she had done was just to ask me to donate a kidney to Chris.

"You won't die if you donate a kidney to him, but he will die if you don't do it."

"If he dies, I won't be able to live either. Zayn, you love me so much that you don't want me to die, do you?"

I answered her calmly,

"Not really. But if you die together, I can ask workers of the funeral parlor to burn your bodies together."

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I received a call from the hospital.

Mother's condition worsened. They asked me to go there as soon as possible.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother had already passed away.

The doctor bowed to me.

"Mr. Lake, I'm sorry for your loss."

Then, he handed me a folded piece of paper.

"Your mother left it for you."

It was a will left by my mother, but there were only a few words on it.

[Zayn, get a divorce for your own good. She doesn't love you anyway. When I'm gone, take good care of yourself.]

I burst into tears and threw myself in front of my mother's body.

When I was very young, my father passed away. It was my mother who endured all kinds of hardships to raise me alone. As a result, she body fell ill.

Later, when she learned that Winnie forced me to donate my kidney, she was so angry that her condition worsened.

I handled my mother's funeral myself. I didn't tell Winnie!

She didn't want to see Winnie, neither did I.

During this period of time, Winnie called me twice and asked me where I was.

Without saying a word, I hung up the phone.

Holding my mother's urn, I walked out of the funeral parlor numbly.

My mother was the one who loved me the most in the world. Now that she was gone, no one loved me anymore.

When I got home, I took out my luggage bag, carefully placed my mother's urn in the corner, and then packed up my things.

There were two big wardrobes in the bedroom, which were filled with Winnie's clothes. I only occupied a small corner.

She was my first love. I fell in love with her at first sight.

But she had a boyfriend at that time, so I didn't disturb her.

Later, her boyfriend broke up with her and left.

Because of work, we had a closer relationship. Our relationship began with her confession.

I was happy, but I couldn't believe it.

She had always firmly said to me that she wanted to date and then married me.

For this reason, I prepared a grand confession.

We were together.

Since we were in a relationship, I had taken good care of her in every aspect.

No matter what happened, I would always be the first to appear in front of her.

I loved her so much that I almost had no bottom line to spoil her.

Later, when we tied the knot, we still lived a sweet life.

But it was at this time that her first love came back from abroad.

She had changed. She often stayed outside at night and went to various places with her first love, Chris.

I asked her for an explanation. She said that she had nothing filthy to do with Chris and even questioned me if I didn't believe her.

I stopped asking and chose to believe her.

After that, she suddenly doubled her kindness to me and even took the initiative to send my mother to a deluxe ward in the hospital.

I was happy about it and thought she did care about our years of marriage .

She still loved me and our family.

When I went to the hospital to see my mother, I overheard her conversation with Chris.

Chris asked her, "Why are you still so nice to this damn old woman?"

Winnie replied, "I'm doing it for you. Zayn is unhappy to see you and me together. Then how can he be willing to donate a kidney to you?

But He cares about his mother very much. For the sake of her, he will agree to donate his kidney."

What a joke! How ironic!

After so many years of relationship, I was just a tool in her heart, a tool to save Chris.

I was so stupid to think that she loved our family. She loved me.

Now that my mother had passed away, she could no longer control my chips.

For myself and my mother, I was going to divorce her.