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In my old life, my loving husband forced me to hand over a kidney to save his precious sweetheart dying of uremia. While I was bleeding out on the table, he watched without a flicker of emotion, focused only on protecting her new kidney. Three years after I died, he finally learned the truth: I was the one who saved his life. He lost his mind clutching my urn. Then I woke up. I was back at the moment he shoved a pen into my hand, urging me to sign the consent form. I slapped him so hard the room stilled. Then I tore the form into shreds. Reporters stormed in, just as I had planned. Facing the cameras, I lifted my shirt, showed the fake scars on my stomach, and sobbed that he abused me and tried to force an organ donation. "If you love her that much," I said, "you can give her your own damn kidney." This time, I'll watch the two of you sink together and rot in the mud.