She Chose Him Over My Life
My wife's first love fell seriously ill.
To save him, she gave away the kidney donor that was meant for me.
Afraid I would cause a scene at the hospital, she locked me inside our home.
Day after day, she stayed by his bedside, cooking for him, caring for him, never leaving his side.
All she left for me was a box of stale biscuits… and expired milk.
A month later, she finally opened the door.
"Have you thought it through?"
I looked at her, pale and desperate. "If I don't get that transplant, I'll die."
"Why are you talking about dying?" she snapped. "You've endured this for so long already. A little more pain won't kill you. Are you trying to scare me?"
"But Vincent is different. He's never been able to handle pain. Can't you be more understanding?"
"Understand…"
I nodded stiffly.
Then, I walked out, without looking back.
Only for her to be stabbed multiple times… yet still refuse to let go of my hand!