My wife, Rachel, has been going out a lot at night lately. When we try to get intimate, she seems especially resistant, often claiming she's not feeling well to turn me down. While I was helping her sort through her dirty clothes, I stumbled upon some words on her underwear—"Master's Toy." That discovery shattered me completely!

My wife cheats on me, and everyone around me has their advice to offer. "A man should have a big heart. Just bear with it, and it'll eventually fade." "You're just a poor guy. You're lucky to have a rich woman, so don't expect too much!" My wife looks at me with a cold smile. "Get the hell out of here. You're missing a kidney. You can't satisfy me anyway. You should be grateful I haven't already thrown you out." It seems she has forgotten how I lost that kidney. Later, my health gets worse, and I desperately needed 200,000 thousand for treatment. But my wife claims she has invested all the money and has nothing left for my medical bills. I tragically dies at home while she is out at a bar, having fun with a male model. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day my wife was diagnosed with uremia.