I was gravely ill and urgently needed a kidney transplant.

The kidney I had waited so long for was forcibly taken from me.

And the thief was my husband of three years.

When I found him, he was gently soothing a beautiful woman in his arms, saying, "Don't worry, that kidney will be yours. No one can take it away."

I begged them to return the kidney, but all I received were looks of disgust and scorn.

As he celebrated the woman’s birthday, I closed my eyes forever in another hospital room.

Later, Jakob knelt before my grave, weeping uncontrollably.