The thick smell of blood permeated the air. My arm was mangled and crushed by the rubble, the excruciating pain almost choking me. Beside me, Andrew’s mistress, Justine, let out weak groans, her body pinned by a smaller piece of debris, looking utterly frail. When Andrew finally pushed aside the wreckage and rushed to us, his gaze, without the slightest hesitation, fell directly on Justine. He used all his strength to pull Justine out, not even sparing me a glance before he cradled her and ran off without looking back. That look became the final stroke of my marriage. *** In the cold hospital, the doctor, with a mechanical voice, informed me: “Miss Callie, you must donate a kidney to Ms. Justine.” “No! I refuse!” I shrieked with all my might, trying to struggle, only to feel the searing pain of my wound tearing. But my voice, like a stone dropped into an endless abyss, stirred not a single ripple. Andrew pushed the door open, his eyes bloodshot, yet still not looking at me. He gripped Justine's pale hand tightly, as if I were the culprit. “Callie, this is all your fault! Justine needs your kidney; this is your chance to atone for your mistakes!” His voice was cold and resolute, every word like a sharp blade, deeply piercing my already tattered heart. Bullet comments flashed across the screen: [Ahhh! Is the male lead blind?!] [What a scumbag! Female lead, wake up!] [Justine's 'White Lotus' acting is superb, Oscar-worthy!] [Female lead, don't just take it, fight back!] Enough. I've had enough. I sharply raised my arm, using my last ounce of strength, and tore open the heavily bandaged wound. It was mangled, deep enough to see the bone; fragments of gauze and bandages lay scattered on the sheets, a horrifying sight. “You want my kidney?!” My voice was hoarse and trembling, yet laced with a defiant sarcasm, “Then let's see if she truly needs it!” I pointed to the adjacent bed, where Justine was “weakly” closing her eyes. However, at that moment, the bullet comments flooded the screen: [Look! Justine's complexion is too rosy to be seriously injured!] [Her lips even have color!] [WTF! Her hand just moved, like she's playing on her phone?!] Justine's eyes snapped open, her pupils constricting sharply, her face instantly draining of color as if all soul had been drawn out of her. Andrew froze in place, the color slowly draining from his face as well; he looked at the horrific wound on my arm, then at Justine's terrified expression, and a flicker of incredulous doubt crossed his eyes. “Andrew!” I met his wavering gaze, my voice imbued with unprecedented strength, every word clear and resonant: “We've been married for three years, and you'd rather believe a mistress's lies than trust your wife?! I am your wife!” My words, like a lightning bolt, shattered the silence, destroying his façade of loyalty. Andrew's face twisted with fear and regret; the man I once deeply loved was now unrecognizable. “I'm done.” I announced calmly, as if I had shed a thousand-pound burden. “I want a divorce.” This was not Callie's end, but her fiery rebirth. All lies and betrayal would be utterly consumed in this battle named “divorce.”