As her fame grew, I gave up my dream of becoming a boxing champion and lost my income in the process.
According to her promise, once she made it big, Aurora was supposed to marry me. But fame can be fleeting.
She got seriously ill, living an irregular lifestyle that led to uremia. Despite multiple attempts, she couldn’t find a suitable kidney donor.
My mother, wanting to help me and hoping for grandchildren, willingly got tested to see if she could donate.
It felt like a cruel twist of fate when her kidney matched Aurora’s.
At that time, Aurora begged, saying she’d marry me after the surgery and promised to take good care of my parents.
We all believed her.
But what we got in return was Aurora’s cold response, “Your mom isn’t going to die anytime soon. She can hang on for a couple more days!”
All that sacrifice led to my mother’s regrets at the end of her life and my father’s helpless anger.
During the loneliest, most fearful time in my life, she disappeared for a month, vacationing abroad with her male assistant.
After burying my mother, I took care of my father, who had suffered a stroke, and felt the weight of life’s harsh realities.