I donated a kidney to save my mother-in-law. The day I left the hospital, my wife Eleanor threw a lavish welcome banquet. Three drinks in, her smirking assistant Chad "joked": "Peter, with one kidney, can you even perform in bed? Half a eunuch now?" Laughter exploded. My dignity shattered. I demanded an apology. Eleanor scoffed: "Can’t take a joke? Then get out!" She had security drag me out as guests watched. Her mocking voice followed: "Who’d want a cripple like him? He’ll beg me back in three days!" After eight years of apologies, this time I went straight to my lawyer’s office. My friend, Michael, adjusted his glasses, his eyes wide with disbelief after hearing I wanted a divorce. “You’re not joking, are you? You were head over heels for Eleanor Vance, you threw away a multi-billion-dollar family empire, and willingly became a stay-at-home husband for eight years!” “No joke, Michael. Draft the agreement. I’ll walk away with nothing. As for the company I set up for her, I have other ways of getting it back.” He knew about my surgery and looked at me with open sympathy. “It’s good that you’ve finally come to your senses. I’ve always said Eleanor wasn’t worthy of you. Leave the agreement to me; I’ll send it to you once it’s done.” Stepping out of the law office, I called my family. I told them I’d pack my things and be home in a couple of days. I also offered a sincere apology for my impulsive marriage to Eleanor and the resulting estrangement from them all those years ago. My parents sensed something was wrong with my mood. Fearing I was upset, they just offered a few words of caution and hung up. On the way back, I couldn't find a taxi, so I walked for an hour. By the time I reached our apartment building, my strength was utterly depleted. The moment I opened the door, I swayed, but then an ashtray came flying towards me. It struck my head squarely, and blood instantly poured down my face. Eleanor didn’t even glance at me, her voice cutting and cold. “You’re finally back? Why didn’t you just die out there? Do you know how much you embarrassed me tonight?” “Chad was just making a joke, Peter. Why do you have to get so angry?” Her tone was accusatory. “He’s just a young graduate, what sense of proportion could he have? You’re old enough to be his uncle, why are you arguing with him?” But she conveniently forgot: that "joke" was about the kidney I'd given to save her mother's life. It was she who had knelt before me all night, begging me to undergo the transplant. Now that the surgery was over, it had become her weapon, her constant source of mockery. Eight years of marriage, and I had never once had dignity in her presence. Before, I could delude myself, but tonight, reality slapped me hard. Looking back, ever since she hired Chad as her assistant, her attitude towards me had grown increasingly cold. Every time I messaged her, asking what she wanted to eat, or what time she'd be off work, she'd brush me off with excuses about meetings or social obligations. Eventually, she didn't even bother to reply. If it weren't for Chad's social media posts, visible only to me, I would still be completely in the dark. I had confronted her, argued with her, poured all my effort into salvaging this pathetic marriage. This transplant surgery was my final, bitter lesson. Things that cannot be forced, I no longer wanted them. Seeing my silence, she assumed I was, as usual, just sulking, her long-suffering punching bag. Her voice dripped with imperious command. “What are you standing there for? Didn’t you see I was drinking tonight? Go make me some hangover soup.” I ignored her, changed my shoes, and walked straight into the bedroom. Blood dripped from my forehead, staining the floor. But as I opened the bedroom door, Chad walked out, wearing my pajamas. “Peter? Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell you tonight, but I’ve been temporarily staying at your place while you were in the hospital this month. I’ll move out as soon as I find a new apartment. You don’t mind, do you?” I clutched the wound on my forehead, feeling utterly wretched, and looked at Eleanor. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, her voice righteous. “Chad’s family isn’t local. His lease expired, and his landlord wouldn’t renew it, so he couldn’t find a place right away. I offered to let him stay for a couple of days. I didn’t tell you while you were in the hospital because I was afraid it would upset you and hinder your recovery.” She hadn’t even visited me once when I was undergoing compatibility tests and surgery. Yet, she showed such concern for this 'subordinate' of hers. My heart was filled with nothing but disappointment for this relationship. I didn’t want to say another word to her. I simply walked past Chad and into the room, not noticing the flash of surprise in Eleanor's eyes behind me. I had thought, with Chad at home, Eleanor wouldn't bother me, allowing me to pack my things in peace. But half an hour later, she kicked open my bedroom door. My hands, mid-fold over a shirt, froze. Before I could even lift my head, a stinging slap landed across my face, accompanied by her furious roar. “What have you done? I thought after tonight, you’d learn your lesson, but you’ve only gotten worse!” Her voice vibrated with rage. “What do you mean by posting those things online? Are you trying to ruin me, or ruin the company?” “Don’t you know these past two days are crucial for our new project? Do you have any idea how much effort I’ve poured into this?” With a final, angry flourish, she hurled her phone onto the bed. The screen displayed a blazing online post exposing the inappropriate relationship between the CEO of Vance Group and her male assistant. The accompanying photos, without exception, were all taken at tonight's dinner party. Just an hour after being published, the post had already soared to the top of trending topics across the entire network. The comment section was a torrent of condemnation, with almost every netizen speaking up for me, the wronged husband, tearing Chad apart with their words. Despite the concealed methods, I recognized immediately that the post’s viral spread was artificially manipulated. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was behind it. Eight years of shared life, and Eleanor hadn't even given me a chance to explain before condemning me. Watching her face contort with malice, I couldn't help but let out a cold, bitter laugh. “The photos were secretly taken, from across the table at tonight’s dinner. By then, you had already thrown me out. What makes you so sure I did this?” Her expression froze for a moment. Chad, who had rushed in at the sound of her voice, immediately interjected, his voice high-pitched and urgent. “Peter, I’m so sorry. I never thought a casual joke would make you so angry. It’s all my fault. Please, don’t argue because of me!” He added, a calculated plea in his tone, “I’ll hand in my resignation first thing tomorrow morning! I’ll never appear before you again!” Eleanor’s momentarily wavering conviction immediately solidified. “Don’t play innocent here, Peter. You funded the company, and you personally hired the veteran employees. Of course, they listen to you.” Her voice rose, dripping with venom. “I thought you agreeing to save my mother meant you truly loved me. But it was all a facade. You’re a hypocrite, one face in front, another behind my back. You sicken me!” Her final words were a sneer of pure contempt. “Peter Hayes, you are no man at all!” Watching her, her eyes filled with nothing but resentment for me, her expression completely unable to reconcile with the blissful look she’d worn on our wedding day. For a moment, I stood rooted to the spot, unable to even feel the pain. She didn't press me further. Instead, she turned, linked her arm through Chad’s, and left the house. Before she left, she uttered one last chilling sentence. "You think about what you've done! I'll come back when you've sorted out this online mess!" The loud slam of the door echoed through the apartment. I collapsed onto the bed, utterly defeated. After a long moment, I pulled out my phone and called my old friends. “The contracts with Vance Group can be terminated.” “Let’s meet tomorrow. I’m going back to the Thorne family.” In the dead of night, my phone vibrated furiously, more than a dozen times. I forced open my bloodshot eyes, only to see explicit photos of my wife. Below them, a line of text: “I bet you’ve never seen Eleanor this sexy, have you? Ever heard her beg on the bed? Oh, right, I forgot, you’re a eunuch now. You won’t hear it again.” My knuckles, clutching the phone, tightened, then began to tremble uncontrollably. Finally, my hand dropped powerlessly. This relationship, it was time to end it. After a night of furious escalation, the online uproar had reached its peak. The moment I opened my eyes that morning, I saw an avalanche of messages from Eleanor, bombarding my phone. “I’m giving you one day. Clarify everything online. Don’t you dare disrupt my press conference tomorrow!” “Say that after your surgery, you lost your fertility, got jealous, and acted unreasonably with me, so you framed Chad.” “Did you see my messages? Speak up!” … Eight years of marriage, and for the first time, I realized just how shameless she could be. I didn’t reply. I deleted all her messages. After getting up and washing, I went to meet my friends. When I arrived at the private room, they had already ordered food. Seeing me, they all looked at me with sympathetic eyes. “We saw the news online. We always thought these kinds of dirty tricks only happened to women. Never thought men could be so disgusting when they stoop so low.” “Peter, just give the word. What’s the plan for today, now that you’ve called us here? Partnering with Vance Group has always been a loss. If it weren’t for your sake, I would have stopped ages ago. This is perfect!” “Oh, right, you probably don’t know what that guy in the photos used to do, do you? Come on, buddy, I’ve got a surprise for you.” One of my friends handed me his phone. The screen showed Chad’s obsequious face, serving drinks at a private karaoke bar. Recalling his manipulative, ‘green tea’ behavior last night, it all made sense now. Eleanor’s taste was truly sickening. I told my friends about my plan to return to the Thorne family and my intention to divorce. To help me get some revenge, they promised to prepare a huge surprise for Eleanor’s press conference tomorrow. It was already noon when we dispersed. Eleanor, not having received my replies, was growing anxious. “Peter Thorne, where are you? Didn’t you see my messages? Clarify things in the company chat right now!” “Everyone in the company is targeting Chad today; even the security guards are walking all over him. I don’t believe you had no hand in this!” “When did you become this kind of person? How long are you going to act so unreasonably?” I was about to reply when another message popped up on my screen. It was from my mother-in-law. She reminded me to take care of myself after discharge and to take my medication on time. Frankly, after eight years of marriage, my mother-in-law had always been kind to me. That’s why I agreed to the kidney transplant. She had always tried to persuade Eleanor to treat me well. Unfortunately, I was destined to disappoint her good intentions now. After a two-second hesitation, I replied “Okay.” Yesterday, fearing Eleanor’s impatience, I hadn't even had time to pick up my medication after being discharged. Leaving the hotel, I hailed a cab to the hospital. I never expected to see Eleanor at the entrance of the Obstetrics and Gynecology department. She was leaning against Chad’s shoulder, looking utterly delicate, clutching a pregnancy test report in her hand. Chad’s voice was arrogant, yet with a hint of nervousness. “Peter won’t find out, will he? I’m so sorry, I was just too careless. I should have kept it on.” “Why are you afraid of him?” Eleanor scoffed, her voice laced with disdain. “He’s turned into a eunuch himself; I’m practically giving him a son for free. He’ll be too grateful to ask questions.” She then added with a confident smirk, “Don’t worry. Tonight, I’ll just send him a message, and he’ll come running. He won’t suspect a thing. He’ll probably even think it’s his own!” Watching them embrace and walk away, my heart throbbed with a dull, excruciating pain. I could barely breathe. Once they were out of sight, I went to the Obstetrics and Gynecology department and retrieved Eleanor’s report. If she chose to be cruel, then I could be unjust. She wanted me to clarify things at the press conference tomorrow? I would expose their affair for all to see! That night, I returned to the Thorne family estate, and Eleanor did not come home. Chad sent me a message. The photo attached showed a Porsche supercar’s transfer of ownership contract. Eleanor was giving away the five-year anniversary gift I’d bought for her. I knew this was Eleanor’s compensation to him. But by now, I no longer cared. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, he sent another photo. The car was parked in the garden, beneath a sky full of stars. A woman’s stockings were pushed down, draped limply over her ankles. “Have you ever tried this position? She said you were too old to satisfy her, and she practically begged me to do it in the car. If I weren’t young, I might not have been able to keep up.” After I decided to leave, nothing he sent, no matter how outrageous, could stir my emotions. As usual, I took a screenshot, saved it, and then turned off my phone to rest.
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