The Wife's Golden Lie

The Wife's Golden Lie

Luo Jiuyuan

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My life was a constant grind: three jobs, every cent, every heirloom gone, all to keep my wife, Sera, out of prison. She was supposedly in a high-end facility, recovering from a failed tech startup, and I believed I was saving her, sacrificing until nothing was left. Then the phone call came, a final, urgent demand for more money. My seven-year-old son, Leo, must have overheard my desperate pleas for "golden blood" cash. In his innocent, heartbreaking attempt to save his mom, he went to sell his own rare Rh-null blood. It killed him. At the clinic, they handed me an envelope of cash-his blood money. But the real horror began when I arrived at the facility's office, intending to make the final payment. I overheard my "imprisoned" wife, Sera, calmly discussing me and Leo with a man, Marcus Thorne: "He and the boy have served their purpose. Make sure they're given a quiet way out." She was never imprisoned; it was all a monstrous, elaborate lie. Leo's precious, life-giving blood, the very reason he died, wasn't for her freedom, but for her new baby with Marcus. My son died for a fabricated charade, for a woman who plotted his disposal. The news then flashed her radiant face, celebrating her new marriage and pregnancy, while I was left holding Leo' s blood money. Later, loan sharks, sent by Marcus, desecrated Leo' s scattered ashes in our home. There was nothing left to lose, everything had been taken. But when they defiled the last remnant of my son, something in me snapped. With nothing but a cheap pen in my hand, I fought back. The game was over. It was time to choose: crumble or rise from the ashes of my ruined life.

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My life was a constant grind: three jobs, every cent, every heirloom gone, all to keep my wife, Sera, out of prison.

She was supposedly in a high-end facility, recovering from a failed tech startup, and I believed I was saving her, sacrificing until nothing was left.

Then the phone call came, a final, urgent demand for more money.

My seven-year-old son, Leo, must have overheard my desperate pleas for "golden blood" cash.

In his innocent, heartbreaking attempt to save his mom, he went to sell his own rare Rh-null blood.

It killed him.

At the clinic, they handed me an envelope of cash-his blood money.

But the real horror began when I arrived at the facility's office, intending to make the final payment.

I overheard my "imprisoned" wife, Sera, calmly discussing me and Leo with a man, Marcus Thorne: "He and the boy have served their purpose.

Make sure they're given a quiet way out."

She was never imprisoned; it was all a monstrous, elaborate lie.

Leo's precious, life-giving blood, the very reason he died, wasn't for her freedom, but for her new baby with Marcus.

My son died for a fabricated charade, for a woman who plotted his disposal.

The news then flashed her radiant face, celebrating her new marriage and pregnancy, while I was left holding Leo' s blood money.

Later, loan sharks, sent by Marcus, desecrated Leo' s scattered ashes in our home.

There was nothing left to lose, everything had been taken.

But when they defiled the last remnant of my son, something in me snapped.

With nothing but a cheap pen in my hand, I fought back.

The game was over.

It was time to choose: crumble or rise from the ashes of my ruined life.

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