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?"