My Son Died, My Wife Knelt for Forgiveness

In the fifth year of our marriage, I worked day and night without rest to pay off the debt my wife incurred from a failed investment and to treat our son's illness.

I carried bricks on construction sites, ran deliveries and even sold a kidney on the black market.

Just off the operating table at a shady clinic, I rushed to work at the car wash.

My coworker clicked his tongue at the Rolls-Royce. "Be extra careful with this luxury car. It's a gift from Mrs. Simmons to her fiancé. That man is really lucky. I heard that for his birthday, Mrs. Simmons gave him a villa."