When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media.

"I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?"

The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck.

What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily.

The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers.

"Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love."

"If I were the woman, I would love you to death."

I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of hell, you cheating pair. As for me, the husband, I will step aside to make way for you."

One minute later, the post disappears.

It doesn't matter. I post on my own account.

I write, "After I spent three years battling cancer, my wife fell in love with the man who's supposed to be the kidney donor."

The attached images are our marriage certificate and the same photo of them kissing from earlier.

Winston's POV

Once I was done with everything, I dialed my wife's phone number.

"What is it?" Rebecca Walsh's impatient voice came through the receiver.

Yet my mind suddenly drifted back to the day I was diagnosed with kidney cancer, when Rebecca had completely broken down. She held me and wept, saying she would give anything to restore my health.

To find me a matching kidney donor, she even offered 30% of the company's shares as compensation to whoever could help. However, once the donor was found, Rebecca had a change of heart.

I smiled bitterly. "When are we scheduling the surgery?"

Rebecca's voice sharpened. "Winston, are you really that desperate to take Theo's kidney?"

Her accusation stunned me.

Back then, Theo Bardot had volunteered to donate. But now he had even stolen my wife. Shouldn't I at least be given a chance to survive?

"Rebecca, I'm really scared. Could you ask Winston to give me a little more time to prepare?"

Theo's voice came through in the background, pitiful and wheedling, and Rebecca's tone immediately turned cold. "Winston, stop pressuring him. I'll arrange the surgery once he's ready!"

My heart ached.

Three years ago, when Theo approached me offering to donate his kidney, I thought I was saved. But he was terrified of pain, needles, and not weighing enough for surgery. The list of his fears kept growing.

I suddenly realized I didn't want his kidney anymore. I hung up the phone and turned it off.

That very night, Rebecca stormed into the hospital with Theo in tow, both of them fuming. "Winston Shaw! Who gave you permission to restart the kidney matching process? You don't have time to keep waiting!"

I said nothing. Instead, my eyes caught the vivid marks on her neck. They practically burned into my vision. My chest tightened with bitterness.

Just as I was about to speak, Rebecca continued, "I've already transferred that 30% stake to Theo. Don't even think about taking it back!"

A bitter laugh escaped me. So she wasn't worried that I couldn't wait for a new kidney. She was protecting Theo's interests.

How absurd.

I looked at Theo, wanting to ask how much longer he expected me to wait. Then my eyes caught the pendant around his neck, the one worth ten million dollars.

Rebecca had given it to me as a wedding gift. It was the only one of its kind in the world.

I reached out to get a closer look. Before I even touched him, Theo cried out and stumbled backward.

"Winston, I already said I'd donate once I'm ready. Why do you still hate me so much?"

Theo looked at me with wounded eyes. Rebecca's face darkened immediately.

She pulled him close and glared at me. "Apologize!"

Instead, I let out a cold laugh and pointed at the pendant. "That's mine."

Then I looked at Rebecca. "You're both disgusting. Take your lover and get lost!"

Rebecca's face flushed with rage. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.

"Winston Shaw! With that attitude, you deserve everything you're going through!"

I stumbled and fell to the floor, staring up at her in disbelief. Deserved it? Rebecca must have forgotten that I developed kidney cancer largely because of all the drinking I did to help her company secure contracts.

"Think about what you've done. When you've come to your senses, come apologize to Theo!"

With that, Rebecca left with Theo at her side. As she walked away, all hope drained out of me.

I sat on the floor in a daze until my attending physician, Dr. Wes Glenwood, walked in.

He helped me up and sighed. "Rebecca has truly lost her mind. You're her husband, yet she attacked you for his sake. This will destroy whatever's left between you two."

I shook my head with a bitter smile. The moment Rebecca had her affair, there was nothing left between us anymore.

I looked at Dr. Glenwood. "If I don't do the transplant surgery, how much longer do I have?"

Dr. Glenwood pressed his lips together, his expression grim. "About a month."

That was enough.

A flash of determination crossed my face. "I'm not getting treatment anymore. I'm getting discharged today."

Winston's POV

After I finished the discharge paperwork, I returned to what used to be my home. I pushed open the door, but the lively little figure that usually greeted me was nowhere to be seen.

Had even Coco stopped loving me?

Sadness hit me hard as I headed toward the bedroom. Passing through the living room, I heard a muffled whimpering sound.

"Coco?" I called out tentatively and moved toward the noise.

What I found made my blood run cold. Coco was tied to the table leg with coarse rope around her neck.

The rope was pulled so tight that her eyes bulged. Her white fur had been shaved in uneven patches, and her hind legs sprawled uselessly on the floor. Burns, cuts, and several gaping wounds covered her body, blood still seeping from them.

Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I screamed and rushed over. "Coco!"

My hands trembled so violently from shock that I could barely work the knots loose.

A voice sounded behind me. "Winston, what are you doing here?"

I turned around. Rebecca stood there holding Theo's hand, carrying several bags of baby supplies in her other hand.

I froze. My eyes dropped instinctively to Rebecca's stomach.

Rebecca frowned. "Winston, you should be in the hospital receiving treatment. What are you doing back here?"

I let out a bitter laugh, though my chest ached even more. "If I hadn't come back now, you'd have given birth already, wouldn't you?"

I looked pointedly at Theo. Rebecca's expression stiffened, guilt flickering in her eyes.

"Winston, let me explain. That night—"

"Enough!" I cut her off sharply.

There was nothing to hear. It would just be the usual excuse about drinking too much and losing control.

No wonder Rebecca kept finding reasons to postpone the transplant surgery. They already had a child on the way. But none of that mattered to me anymore.

I looked at her. "I just want to know why Coco ended up like this. You promised me she'd be the happiest dog in the world."

Rebecca glanced at Coco, a trace of guilt crossing her face.

"It's actually my fault." Theo suddenly spoke up. "Coco nearly bit me the other day, so Rebecca had to punish her."

His words were apologetic, but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. I could no longer contain my fury. My hand flew out and slapped him across the face.

"Winston, have you lost your mind? You hit Theo over a dog?" Rebecca shouted.

I let out a cold laugh. "He could never compare to Coco."

Coco was a gift from my father on my 20th birthday. She was all I had left of him. She mattered more than anyone or anything else.

Sensing the hostility radiating from Theo, Coco bared her teeth and let out two weak barks at him from my arms. Theo immediately clutched his head and crouched down on the floor.

"Rebecca, my head hurts so much."

Rebecca panicked instantly. "I'll take you to the hospital."

But Theo shook his head, his expression pitiful. "Maybe I should just leave this house. Winston doesn't like me, and I'm a little scared of that dog."

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart."

Rebecca gently stroked Theo's head and continued, "I'll get rid of that little beast right now."

With that, Rebecca wrenched Coco from my arms. "Rebecca, you can't do this. You know how much Coco means to me!"

My voice trembled, my eyes pleading.

"Theo matters more!"

Rebecca lifted Coco above her head. My heart leapt into my throat. I watched in horror as Rebecca prepared to slam Coco into the floor.

Pride and dignity meant nothing anymore. I dropped to my knees at Theo's feet.

"Please, tell Rebecca to spare Coco. I'll give you anything. Please."

I bowed my head to the floor again and again.

But Theo only said, "Rebecca, hurry up!"

His tone was gleeful, and it made my entire body tremble.

The next second, Rebecca hurled Coco down with all her strength. Warm blood splattered across my face, and I went deathly pale.

Winston's POV

"Coco!"

I scrambled across the floor toward her still form. Blood pooled across the floorboards, but Coco made no sound. I completely broke down, clutching her body as sobs tore from my throat.

Why were they so cruel to me?

I looked at Rebecca and Theo, hatred burning in my eyes, and lunged at them both. But before I could even reach them, Theo kicked me away.

I slammed into the wall, blood pouring from my mouth. The pain was excruciating, like every bone in my body had shattered.

"I hate you, Rebecca!"

At my words, Rebecca froze in place.

"How can you hurt Rebecca like this over a dog?" Theo said with displeasure.

I ignored him completely. I forced myself to stand, cradling Coco's body as I headed for the door.

"Winston, where are you going?" Rebecca shouted after me.

She tried to follow me, but Theo stopped her. "Rebecca, he's probably going back to the hospital. Don't worry about him."

I buried Coco in the back garden of her favorite dog park, hoping she was finally at peace. Afterward, I made my way to the cemetery where Dad was buried. Before I left this world, I wanted to see him one more time.

But when I arrived, Dad's headstone was gone. Staring at the unfamiliar name in its place, my eyes widened in shock.

Gordon Bardot? Who was that?

Panic and confusion flooded through me. I found the cemetery manager, who told me, "Mr. Shaw Senior's grave was relocated a while ago."

"Who gave you permission to do that?" I shouted furiously.

The manager looked unconcerned. "Don't yell at me. Mr. Shaw Senior's daughter-in-law handled everything personally."

Rebecca had done this?

I stood frozen, staring at the photo on Gordon Bardot's headstone. His features seemed vaguely familiar.

A terrible feeling settled in my gut. I raced back to the house as fast as I could. "Rebecca! You monster! Where did you put my father's ashes?"

I shouted for a long time before Theo finally emerged, holding a battered box.

"Where's Rebecca?" I demanded coldly.

"She's out getting my lunch order. You know how particular I am about—"

I turned and headed for the door.

"Don't you want your father's ashes?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to Theo. "Where is it?"

Theo didn't answer. Instead, he opened the box in his hands and dumped the powdery contents into a nearby trash can.

My breath caught in my throat. "What was that?"

"Your dad, of course." Theo's smile was gleeful and malicious.

"Rebecca said your dad's plot was the best location in the entire cemetery. Prime real estate like that should go to my family. I only mentioned it once, and the very next day Rebecca had your father's grave dug up."

His words faded into background noise. I rushed to the trash can and fell to my knees, plunging my hands inside. The trash can was full of banana peels, used tea leaves, even a used condom, all mixed with Dad's ashes.

No matter what I tried, I couldn't separate them. I felt utterly helpless.

Rebecca's voice sounded behind me. "Why are you back again?"

I turned to face her, my eyes bloodshot. "You animal! How dare you touch my father's grave?"

I roared at her, my hands lashing out wildly. In seconds, bloody scratches appeared across her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Rebecca exploded in fury.

Theo put on a pitiful expression. "Rebecca, you have to help me. Winston's trying to make me eat all that garbage off the floor."

At his words, Rebecca's face twisted with anger. "You're disgusting! Since this was your idea, you can deal with the consequences yourself."

Rebecca shoved me to the ground. My body, ravaged by months of cancer, gave out immediately. She pressed her weight on me, and in my weakened state, I couldn't throw her off no matter how hard I tried.

She forced the garbage mixed with Dad's ashes down my throat. After shoving the last condom into my mouth, Rebecca finally let go.

I immediately stuck my fingers down my throat, trying to vomit, but nothing came up. I was consumed with hatred. I was going to kill these two monsters.

I grabbed a fruit knife from nearby and drove it into Rebecca's body without hesitation.