When Her Male Best Friend Revealed His True Colors

I remember that year at our boxing team’s gathering. I was ready to show off my superstar girlfriend, eager to prove to everyone that leaving the national team to be her bodyguard was the best decision I ever made.

But reality hit hard.

At the party, Aurora walked in just like always, wrapped up in a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, hiding herself away.

My teammates greeted her, but she barely acknowledged them. No autographs, no pictures, nothing.

Of course, she was a big star now, and she acted like it.

She smiled for her fans but wouldn’t even glance at my teammates.

She didn’t seem to remember the sacrifices they made for her. When she was still struggling, they’d stepped in as stunt doubles for a movie. One even got his ribs broken to help her land a role.

My mom saw me floundering and gently asked Aurora to be nicer to my teammates.

But that only made her explode. She slammed her sunglasses on the ground and crushed them, shouting at my mom as if she were some kind of nobody who had to smile at everyone.

My mom was shocked and ended up crying at the table.

My teammates didn’t say a word. They just walked out.

After that, I was never invited to another boxing team gathering.

I confronted her about it, but she brushed it off. She said as a big star, she had to keep up appearances and couldn’t lower herself to smile at just anyone.

“Does it not matter that my mom cried because of you? What about those teammates who helped you?”

I had never been this angry with her before. No matter how spoiled or difficult she got, I always let it slide.

But that day, my frustration boiled over.

What was the worth of a love won at the cost of losing both a career and family?

When my mom saw Aurora and me arguing, she wiped her tears and quickly defended me, praising Aurora for everything she had done.

But Aurora didn’t appreciate it at all; she hadn’t eaten a single bite and rushed out of the gathering.

Later, when Aurora fell ill with uremia and learned that my mom was a match for her kidney transplant, it seemed like the sweet girl I once knew had returned.

She invited our family to her villa for dinner, cooking for my parents herself.

It was the first time in five years that they had visited her home, and it turned out to be one of the happiest days of their lives.

That’s when my mom agreed to donate a kidney to her, unknowingly planting the seeds for her own tragic end.

Just thinking about it made me wish I could jump off a building.

If my mom hadn’t donated a kidney to Aurora, she wouldn’t have suffered kidney failure and died!

If I had stayed with the national team and hadn’t alienated my teammates, I could have raised the money to help my mom!

I had tried to convince her not to donate because she was getting older after all, but she had insisted.

Now I understood that it wasn’t just about Aurora. It was for me.

At that time, Aurora was a top star. If I had married her, a guy like me who left the national team could have found happiness in life.