Forced to Be the Donater of My Wife's First Love

Daphne rushed into the fire without hesitation, grabbed my hand, and tried hard to run out.

The doctor exclaimed with envy, "Your wife really loves you."

But the doctor didn't know this.

Just a moment ago, Daphne was still calling her first love who had leukemia.

Her tone was gentle.

"Next time, you can't be so reckless anymore. If he is dead now, who will transplant his bone marrow to you?

"He was a lowlife. His life is worthless, but you are different."

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The phone lit up and showed my wife's message.

"I'm going to the hospital to see Terrell. You mustn't drink recently. Just get ready for the third surgery."

Terrell was her childhood friend and first love who had leukemia.

And I was what people called the ugly duckling who took advantage of the opportunity to marry her.

Suddenly, the long-lost high school class monitor contacted me.

"Six o'clock tonight, I've booked the private room. Sean, don't forget your old classmates just because you've entered the upper class. Be there on time!"

After getting married, I received an invitation to a high school class reunion for the first time.

The class monitor repeatedly asked if the person I married was the pianist Daphne. After receiving confirmation, he warmly invited me.

We had a drink at the party.

Someone spoke the truth under the influence of alcohol.

"I've got to say no one is luckier than Sean! He was a poor student in high school, but he married the daughter of an artistic family! He instantly made it to the upper class!

"I just never understood this. Sean, what did Daphne, the great artist, see in you? She earns in one performance more than what you could ever earn in a lifetime, so how did it end up being you who married her?

"Well... What's so good about you to make her pursue you? Not only did she ask for no wedding present but also she provided you with a house and a car! Tell us, bro! You've risen high by selling yourself. Hahaha..."

As they spoke, the people around started laughing along.

The class monitor patted my shoulder.

"No hard feelings, bro! They're just drunk. They're kidding!"

I shook my head with a smile.

I tightened my hand around the cup, looked up my head, and swallowed the bitterness.

They were right.

I was never worthy of Daphne.

The empty glass was refilled by someone amidst the surrounding clamor. As I stared at the clear liquid within, it seemed as though I could peer through it and catch a glimpse of myself from three years ago—poor and occupied.

At the age of 21, I had nothing, while Daphne, also 21, was already a renowned piano belle across the school.

Back then, I never thought that one day I would gain Daphne's affection.

Even at our first encounter, she and I were unequal.

The barbecue restaurant was doing well in the summer.

I shuttled between tables, with the smell of smoke and oil lingering on me.

I earned my living by waiting on tables and washing the dishes in this restaurant.

Daphne was different. Wearing a dress that I couldn't name, she was sitting on a l...