After the Surgery, I Forgot Him

My sister got sick, and my husband forced me to give her my kidney.

I'd been malnourished since childhood—even drawing a vial of blood could nearly kill me.

But my husband said, "Your life or death means nothing to me. Vera is the one I truly love!"

Only then did I realize—he'd loved only my sister all along!

I looked at my parents standing nearby. They were calm and indifferent, not caring at all.

I watched helplessly as my husband signed the consent form, then Mom tied me down on the operating table while Dad personally picked up the scalpel.