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My husband, the judge, still didn’t know that I was lying cold and stiff in the morgue.

After a night of drinking, he lazily sent me a voice message, “Where did you disappear to? I’ve won the case, and tonight, I’ll celebrate with you.”

Seeing I didn’t reply immediately, he sent two more messages, “Not answering me? What’s with the act?”

“Just because I didn’t help you with your case, you’re holding a grudge?”

I still didn’t respond.

Frustrated, he blocked me.

It wasn’t until the third day, when he hadn’t heard from me, that he thought to check the hospital. There, he ran into a nurse.

When the nurse recognized him, she scoffed. “What? Just now remembering to look for your wife who died on the operating table?”

My husband stopped in his tracks, staring at the nurse in disbelief. “What did you say? Who died?”

The nurse gave him a look that seemed to question his intelligence. “Your wife, of course. I really don’t know how you were her husband. She had kidney failure, and you still made her donate a kidney. You were just asking for her life.”

Upon hearing this, he completely lost it, desperately trying to reach me.

“Alright, I won’t yell at you anymore. Just say something, okay?”

“Don’t do this to me, I’ll go crazy!”

“Where on earth did you go?”

“You’re joking with me, right?”

“Please, just reply.”

But my phone would never connect again.

We were meant to live happily ever after, but as a judge, he decided to save his beloved, who was suffering from kidney disease, by unilaterally deciding to give her one of my kidneys.

I explained to him that I had kidney failure and that another transplant would surely kill me.

But he roared at me with disdain, “She was so gravely ill, you’re still here, jealous and fighting for attention! Do you have a heart at all?”

Under his forceful decision, I was sent to the hospital for the transplant.

In the end, my condition worsened, and I died tragically in a deserted corner of the hospital.