My wife went to her high school reunion and didn't come home that night. Her old flame, Connor, lost some drinking game, and the penalty was picking someone of the opposite sex for a slow dance right there on the spot. He walked straight up to my wife, Sarah. "Can I pick you?" Sarah didn't say no. So, right there, in front of everyone, they were wrapped in each other's arms, swaying slowly. Eyes locked, practically dripping sweetness. You could almost see the sparks. Everyone else was looking at me, trying hard not to snicker. I walked over to them, pulling out my phone. "Well, according to tradition, after the dance comes the honeymoon suite, right?" I announced, loud enough for everyone. "Which hotel do you guys prefer? I'll book you a room!" Jaws dropped. Everyone stared at me. Sarah looked completely baffled, her eyes wide with confusion. "Better hurry, don't want to miss the magic moment," I said, waving my phone in front of them. "Time's a-wasting!" Sarah's face flushed bright red. She tried to pull away from Connor, but he actually tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her back slightly. Like he was daring me. "Liam, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick?" Sarah hissed, her eyebrows knitted together. Seeing a fight brewing, people nearby quickly jumped in. "Come on, Liam, don't get bent out of shape. It was just a game." "Yeah, man, just messing around. You're not gonna take it seriously, right?" Connor flashed a smile as bright as the sun, but his eyes were pure challenge. I sat back down and pointed to a pretty woman across the room. "Come sit on my lap, let's share a drink real close." "Hey, screw you! You hitting on my wife?" the guy next to her roared. Connor scoffed. "See, Liam? Sarah and I were playing a game. You're just being a creep." I felt sick. Look at these hypocrites! "Enough!" Sarah couldn't take it anymore. She glared at me like she wanted to eat me alive. "Liam, there was nothing going on! You always have to blow things out of proportion!" "So Connor and I shared a dance, big deal! We're just friends!" "You come barging in, making a scene! You're so damn petty! Why do you have to be such a small-minded, insecure man?!" Sarah pointed her finger right at me, yelling. I sighed inwardly. This was all too familiar. With Sarah, whatever she did was right. I couldn't question anything, or I was the one in the wrong. Maybe our relationship was skewed from the start. Sarah was the girl I worshipped in high school. We reconnected by chance years later, right after she'd been dumped and was drunk off her ass. "Liam, my world's gone dark," she sobbed uncontrollably. "I'll be your light from now on," I'd said, holding her, my heart aching for her. "Liam, will you marry me?" Overjoyed and barely thinking straight, I agreed. We got the license. After we married, I treated her like a queen, my angel. A year later, she gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Lily. I became even more devoted, catering to her every whim. But she took my adoration as a license to do whatever she wanted. The slightest thing could set her off. She'd scream, yell, point her finger in my face. I wasn't allowed to argue back. I had to apologize, beg for forgiveness. At home, I couldn't even stand up to pee. Sarah claimed I'd splash the toilet seat, breeding germs and viruses. She might get some kind of infection, she said. "For my health, you have to sit down to pee!" When I sat there, I felt like a eunuch, like a woman – anything but a man. I didn't dare stand. If she caught me, I'd face her volcanic wrath. "Liam, how many times do I have to tell you? Why are you still standing up to use the toilet?" "Do you have any sense of responsibility? Can't you think about me for once?" "You're unbelievable! Playing games with my health! You don't love me at all!" The yelling would escalate to throwing things, sometimes even hitting me. I just took it, burying the humiliation deep inside. She was dominant in everything; I yielded in everything. I changed completely for her, inside and out. Old friends said I wasn't the same person. Only I knew the bitterness I swallowed daily. Predictably, the reunion ended on a sour note. "Fine! Since you want it so bad, I'll go get a room with Connor!" That was the last thing Sarah threw at me. Whether it was just spite or not, she walked out with Connor in front of everyone and got into his car. The others looked at me like I was pathetic, a piece of wilted lettuce. I just gave a cold laugh and left. What a joke of a reunion. More like a gathering of vultures – not a decent person among them. I drove home, got into bed. But just as I lay down, my phone rang. It was Sarah, sounding panicked. "Liam, oh my God, it's bad! Connor and I got into a car accident..." Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile grimly. What could I say? Karma, maybe. "Liam, you have to come, please come... I'm scared..." Sarah's voice was choked with tears. My first instinct was to ignore it. But then I thought, she's still my wife, Lily's mother. She might be hurt. When I got to the scene, she was clinging to Connor's arm, tears streaming down her face. She just had a few scrapes, nothing serious. But when I turned Connor over, I jumped. His face was covered in blood. Both eyelids were split open. He was badly hurt. Looks like his eyes slammed into the steering wheel. It was a bloody mess. Possible head trauma too. "Did you call 911?" "No, Liam, I... I called you, and then my phone died. His phone broke in the crash... Oh God, this is awful..." Sarah sobbed. What an idiot. First thought in a car crash isn't 911, but calling me? I'm not a doctor. If I hadn't come, Connor might have actually died. I quickly called for an ambulance. Even though I despised Connor, it was still a human life. Once the ambulance arrived, I was ready to leave. "Liam, where are you going?" Sarah ran over as I started my car. "Home. To sleep." Sarah looked furious. "Connor's been in a serious accident, and you're thinking about sleeping?!" Huh? I was stunned. I called 911, saved Connor's sorry ass. That was more than enough, wasn't it? But Sarah wasn't satisfied. She demanded, "You have to come to the hospital with me to take care of Connor. You're stronger than me; I can't handle him alone." I just floored the gas pedal and left, leaving Sarah coughing in my exhaust fumes. Back home, I fell straight asleep. Without Sarah next to me, the king-sized bed felt incredibly spacious and comfortable. No worries about my snoring getting me kicked onto the floor. I slept like a log that night, deeply and peacefully. Meanwhile, Sarah spent the night at the hospital. The next day, I found out what happened. Sarah was fine. Connor's situation was tricky. Luckily, no brain damage. He'd kept his miserable life. Unluckily, his eyes were severely damaged. Both corneas were destroyed. He was probably going blind. Sarah called me, crying her eyes out. I comforted her on the phone while secretly laughing inside. "You go ahead and cry for a bit. I need to take Lily to school." I hung up and dropped Lily off. Sarah stayed at the hospital for three days straight. I honestly couldn't understand. Was an old flame really that important? Important enough for a married woman with a child to abandon her home for three days? Thankfully, Lily wasn't particularly attached to her. She hadn't even asked where her mom was. On the fourth day, Sarah finally came home. Her eyes were red and swollen, like she'd just finished crying. As soon as she walked in, she was like a different person. She started cooking, then cleaning the house. I stared in disbelief. Had hell frozen over? In five years of marriage, I'd done all the housework. Sarah never lifted a finger. She usually just lounged around playing on her phone. She didn't even work. Said she was too delicate, got tired easily, couldn't handle a job. Which was fine, really. Sarah came from money. Her dad left her a huge inheritance before he passed, enough to last her lifetime. And I owned two successful restaurants myself. But her behavior today was completely out of character. "Sarah, what's gotten into you?" I sat down across from her, curious and confused. Sarah looked at me, wringing her hands, her eyes filled with anxiety and nervousness. "Liam, could you... could you do something for me? A really big favor?" "What is it?" I braced myself. If she wanted a divorce, I was ready to drive her to the courthouse right then. "Liam, Connor's eyes... they're ruined. He can't see anymore." "Yeah, I know." "Well..." Sarah fidgeted, stood up, sat back down, sighed heavily a few times before finally speaking. "Liam, could you... could you donate one of your corneas to Connor?" "What?" Her words hit me like a physical blow. I was stunned, speechless. "The accident caused severe trauma to his eyes. Both corneas are destroyed, beyond repair. He needs corneal transplants." "But there's a massive shortage of donors right now..." Sarah looked at me pleadingly, cautiously. My blood pressure shot through the roof. How could such a bizarre, twisted woman exist? Asking her own husband to gouge out his eye for her ex-boyfriend! "Sure. When I'm dead," I said, my voice ice-cold, staring right at her. Sarah frowned instantly. "What's that supposed to mean?" I couldn't be bothered to answer. I got up to leave. She grabbed my arm. "Liam, I know it's a terrible thing to ask, but I owe Connor. It's my fault he got hurt." "When he was driving... I... I kissed him. That's what caused the crash." "Connor's suffering so much. If we don't help him, my conscience will torture me for the rest of my life." "Liam, please, do a good deed. Think of it as helping me atone. I've never asked you for anything like this before, but I'm truly begging you now..." I just stared at her silently, the amusement, contempt, and coldness in my eyes clearly stinging her. She suddenly shot to her feet, spitting out words that would be seared into my memory forever. "You have two corneas! What's the big deal giving one to Connor?" "You'd only lose one cornea! But Connor... Connor is losing his entire future, his light!" I was shaking with rage. "Since you feel so bad for him, why don't you give him your cornea?" "What? You want me to do it?" "Are you even a man? Asking a woman to do something like that?" "Do you even love me? You clearly don't, or you'd never say such a thing!" Sarah became hysterical. I stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a steak knife, and threw it down in front of her. "Fine. I'll give Connor a cornea. You cut it out." She actually picked up the knife, looking at my eyes. An immense wave of despair washed over me. This is what happens when you're a doormat. You give her everything, and in the end, she wants to carve out your eye. "Liam, I... I don't know how. Let's have a doctor do it." Sarah put the knife down and pulled a document out of her purse. "This is a voluntary cornea donation consent form. Just sign it, and then we can go to the hospital for the surgery." She even had the form ready. This clearly wasn't some spur-of-the-moment idea. That was it. I finally snapped. I shoved her roughly, sending her sprawling onto the floor, and slapped her hard across the face. "Sarah, you goddamn bitch!"
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