The Falling Leaves In Autumn
I refused to donate one of my kidneys to my younger sister, Ella. As a result, my parents forced me to marry a wealthy man in Pinetown.
People said Johnson kept his distance from everyone else. His first love had never truly left his heart.
Everyone waited to watch my miserable ending. Unexpectedly, Johnson actually deeply doted on me.
During the three years of our marriage, regardless of the place, he never seemed able to keep his hands off me.
Even when I went to the washroom, he followed me and pressed me against the sink.
We never took any contraceptive measures. Yet, I never got pregnant.
One day, when I thought I was finally expecting, we went to the hospital for a checkup. There, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a doctor.
“Johnson, three years ago, you asked me to secretly transplant Amber’s kidney to Ella. Today, you want me to lie to her that she’s naturally sterile. How could you be so cruel to a woman who loves you?”
“There’s no other way. Ella’s health is weak. If she can’t bear a child, she’ll suffer in her husband’s family. Only Amber’s kidney is a match for her.”
The voice I knew so well sounded so cold that it felt unfamiliar. The love and salvation I had basked in so comfortably turned out to be nothing but a lie.
If that was the truth, all that was left for me to do was to leave him.