Everyone Wants Me to Forgive My Cheating Wife

01 "Nathan, will you stop? Life is short and I just want to enjoy it while I can. How much longer are you going to push me? "Damn it! Don't you understand? You're missing a kidney and can't satisfy me at all. I go along with you every night, and I even pay to support you. You should be grateful!" In the bar, the flickering lights highlighted Sarah's furious voice cutting through the smoky atmosphere. The drink she hurled at me splashed down my hair, and I felt a sharp pain somewhere in my body—that was the lingering effect of my kidney donation. Her loud voice drew attention as people stopped dancing to look at me, most of them wearing expressions of amusement. "Come on, Nathan, Sarah is being pretty patient. It's not easy for her, either; she's been sick for so long and should have a little fun now." A girl beside Sarah spoke up. "You're just a broken nobody. Sarah has treated you well." Another person chimed in. "Besides, even if you hadn't donated, we'd all be willing to do it to save her life. Stop using the kidney donation to hold Sarah hostage. It's just low." I stood there in shock, never expecting that after the kidney transplantation, Sarah would act like a completely different person. Before that, she had promised me she would be with me for a lifetime... 02 I returned home in a daze. After the surgery, my body became weaker and weaker. Even though the hospital tests showed I had recovered, only I truly understood the emptiness of missing a kidney. I found out about Sarah's affair three days ago. She came home smelling of alcohol. As I was about to complain about her drinking, I noticed her phone lit up with a screen full of flirty messages. "Baby, tonight was amazing. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. I'll call you again." That message was from Sarah. After that, there was a large transfer—five figures, not even enough for her to buy a decent handbag. I wanted to help her, but she pushed me away in disgust and stumbled into the bathroom. In her unsteady movement, she accidentally brushed against the spot where I had my surgery, the space inside me feeling as hollow as my heart. In the bathroom, Sarah was on the phone with someone. I quietly leaned closer to the door and faintly heard her say something. "Damn it, he repeated the kidney donation every single day. I think he just wants to depend on me for everything. "I could've spent money to buy it, and it didn't even cost that much. If I had known, I wouldn't have let him do it. He wears a long face every day. Now I can't get rid of him or satisfiction from him. It's depressing just looking at him." In the next moment, the door suddenly swung open, and my body, leaning against the doorframe, tipped over and fell to the ground. My body hit the tiles, sending a sharp pain through me. Sarah looked down at me with disdain in her eyes. "Shameless! Eavesdrop on someone else's phone call? That's weird!" I was in so much pain that tears rolled down my face. After the surgery, I felt like I couldn't do anything right, and I had lost so much weight that my bones pressed against the ground, aching heavily. I looked up at Sarah and pleaded, "Sarah, please help me up. It hurts so much..." She shot me a disgusted glance and stepped right over me. Her expression was full of contempt and her action felt humiliating as she gave me one last remark, "Keep pretending." I could do nothing but slowly push myself up, my entire body numb with pain, my heart feeling just as heavy. 03 Things were even worse than I thought. I went to a nearby hospital for a check-up and discovered what was going on. Sarah had her surgery done at her hospital, and naturally, I had mine there too. She had gathered a top-notch medical team for herself, while I was given nothing more than a basic treatment plan that was practically a joke. After she recovered, she didn't want to put any more effort into me, so she discharged me as soon as she could. As a result, my body hadn't fully healed at all. Maybe she saw me as useless and didn't want to invest any more energy into me. Or maybe she didn't even care if I survived. The doctors kept suggesting I be transferred to a larger hospital for my recovery. I just left the hospital. Sarah still wasn't home. Ever since the surgery, we had started sleeping in separate rooms. I lay in bed, tears streaming down my face. I never imagined that the wife I had shared a bed with for three years could turn out to be such a monster. I drifted into a restless sleep, only to be awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a door opening. I've always been a light sleeper. The clicking of high heels announced Sarah's arrival, along with another male voice. "Sarah, your house is so big! I like it!" Sarah's voice was still slurred from the drinks. "Really? I'll buy another set, and we'll move in together." "You're so sweet, Sarah. I love you!" As anger surged within me, I pushed the door open, only to be met with a sight I couldn't bear. Sarah had her back to me, kissing a muscular guy, and he happened to lock eyes with me. He didn't stop. Instead, his eyes challenged me. After a long time, they finally parted. He pointed at me and said, "Sarah, is he the one who spoiled your mood at the bar the other night? He looks annoying." Sarah turned her head, impatience flashing in her eyes. "Let's go to the hotel. He ruins my mood." They walked out hand in hand, leaving me standing there with my fists tightly clenched. If I were still a healthy and strong person, I wouldn't have swallowed the pain. I would have fought back with everything I had. Unfortunately, I felt weak and helpless, unable to stand up to Sarah anymore. I made some serious decisions. 04 On the street, as I collapsed and passersby called for an ambulance, I still held tightly onto the divorce agreement. It was a decision I had made after a lot of thought. Rather than entangle myself with her, it seemed easier to just forget my kidney donation. I wanted to focus on my health and live my own life, treating everything that happened before as just a moment of blindness. Unfortunately, I was being too optimistic. When I woke up and saw my frozen credit card, a wave of helplessness washed over me. I never expected Sarah would push me to the edge like this. My hand trembled as I dialed the number, and when the call connected, loud music blared from the other end. "You froze my bank card? Why would you go this far?" A cold laugh came through. "Nathan, you've lived in my house for three years, enjoying the good life I've provided. How dare you think you can touch my credit card?" Anger surged within me, and my stomach twisted painfully. "Sarah, I'm divorcing you. I just want to heal my body. I don't want anything else." The mockery was clear in her voice. "What did you say? I don't have any money left. I've invested it all. You'll have to figure it out yourself." I gritted my teeth and pleaded, "I'm begging you, just 200,000. I promise I won't bother you again. "Considering... I donated a kidney to you." There was a pause before a chorus of mocking voices filled the line. "He's so pathetic. Unlike him, I wouldn't upset you." "It's just a kidney donation, right? As long as you want it, my life belongs to you." "Sarah, he's just pretending. You absolutely can't give in!" Then, Sarah's lazy voice came through the phone. "Nathan, everyone has their destiny. If you really can't be cured, then just die. After all... you're already living a worthless life." Before I could respond, she hung up on me. I had never felt so desperate, lying in the hospital bed and sensing my life slipping away bit by bit. My tears had long since dried up. It felt like I had been wrong from the very beginning. I paid the ultimate price for what I thought was love. Helping someone in need will earn you their gratitude. However, over time, they may come to expect your help, and if you stop, they may resent you. I was a prime example. Unreturned kindness tortured a person endlessly, especially since she no longer needed me. Maybe from the start, she wanted me dead. Sarah was a very shrewd woman, but my value was gone. I couldn't remember how I closed my eyes, and in my daze, I saw my body. It was so thin and frail, haggard and helpless, completely devoid of life. It was nothing like the bright and cheerful person I used to be. "How did I end up like this? Why did I become like this?" I struggled and roared in anger inward, but my body just lay there quietly, like a withered branch slowly starting to darken and decay. In regret and helplessness, I felt the need to draw close to myself, trying to bring some warmth to my body. But then, in a miraculous moment, I opened my eyes.