My Wife Tossed My Kidney for Her Lover

My breath caught, and my mind went completely blank.

I was just about to speak when the nurse, Betty Farrell, said, "Going so far as to spread false allegations about your own husband, Trevor Draper, and bribe his coworkers to ostracize him just to get revenge for Ivan was bad enough.

"But you even tampered with Trevor's food, causing him to lose his chance at defending his championship title. Carla, the damage you've done to Trevor is already irreversible—how do you plan to make up for it?"

My wife, Carla Clayton, replied nonchalantly, "It's just a title, nothing more. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

She casually brushed off the championship I'd risked my life to win as if it were nothing. Yet, she knew full well that this competition meant more to me than my own life.

That was why, when she had asked me to throw the match and surrender my title all those years ago, I had refused without a second thought.

However, neither of us had expected that her first love, Ivan Huston, would take the loss so badly that he would jump off a building and end up paralyzed from the waist down.

Afterward, Carla not only didn't blame me, but she also comforted and reassured me. In fact, she became even more attentive and gentle toward me.

People used to tell me that love had an expiration date, that feelings faded after marriage. I'd scoff at them, insisting they didn't know what true love was.

After all, Carla and I had been married for five years, and our love had only grown stronger with time.

But now, I finally realized it had all been wishful thinking on my part.

Carla had never gotten over Ivan and even blamed me for the way he'd acted. Moreover, she'd only gotten together with me to get back at me and avenge Ivan.

And to think I'd loved her so much.

I'd worked to support our family and taken care of every household chore. Even though I'd always wanted kids, I'd agreed to remain childless just because she was afraid of the pain of childbirth.

When I learned she was ill, I'd rushed over without hesitation to donate a kidney to her. Yet, she'd trampled all over my sincere love.

My breathing grew rapid.

Just then, the phone rang out of the blue.

Carla answered, and Ivan's excited voice came through the other end.

"Carla, I've come up with the 97th act of revenge. I want you to remove Trevor's other kidney right now."

Betty panicked as soon as she heard that. "No! If Trevor loses both kidneys, he'll need dialysis for the rest of his life. Moreover, his life could be in danger at any moment. Carla, are you really going to be this cruel?"

Carla hesitated at that. "Pick another act of revenge. I don't want to kill anyone."

Ivan sighed and said, "Carla, you're overthinking it. How could I ever bring harm to you? I've already found a kidney donor. I just want Trevor to suffer a little. What? He left me unable to ever stand again, and you won't even agree to this little bit of revenge?"

Carla pressed him. "Have you really found a donor?"

"You don't believe me? Fine, I swear if I'm lying, may lightning strike me dead. May I get run over the moment I step outside or choke to death the next time I drink—"

Carla couldn't bear to hear him make such a vicious oath, so she cut him off. "Stop. I'll do whatever you want."