After All I Sacrificed for Him, He Still Betrayed Me

After much consideration, I finally decided to donate my corneas to my boyfriend, Harold Wellington.

Harold held my hand excitedly and promised that he would be my eyes in the future, protecting me from the wind and rain like a sturdy tree.

I believed him and happily donated my corneas.

After regaining his sight, Harold coaxed me and said, "Dear Felicia, we will get married soon and never be separated for the rest of our lives."

I wore a white wedding dress, held his hand and thought I was walking step by step toward the palace of happiness.

In reality, what awaited me was not happiness but a steep cliff and a deep abyss.

Without warning, Harold pushed me off the cliff. I gasped, clinging desperately to the rocky wall.

The cold mountain wind carried my desperate howls, making them sound even more sorrowful.

From above, Harold’s cold voice echoed down to me.

"To love someone is to be willing to give everything for him and sincerely not want to hold him back."

"Felicia, you really love me, don’t you?"

"So, you will die for me, won’t you?"