I Left With Nothing

Three years ago, Joseph had a heart attack during an extreme sports session, and he was knocked out right away.

The doctor said he needed a new and healthy heart, or he would never wake again. When they told me my heart was a match for Joseph, I signed the form of consent without batting an eye.

When I woke up, I realized I could never get used to Joseph's weak heart, and my condition was getting worse with every passing day.

And so I chose to leave him. I refused to weigh him down. He thought I left him because of his disease.

Our reunion happened when he barged into my ward, bringing my childhood friend with him. He stood before me and made me sign the asset transfer.

I met his sardonic gaze and hid my arm that was covered in track marks. The guy was adapting well. I had mixed feelings about that.

There was no regret from me. That was not what he was hoping for. I said calmly, "Well, you're rich now. You should be giving me money, not taking what little I have left."

Joseph snickered. He yanked off the couple's necklace we bought and stomped it underneath his foot. "I knew it. You're leaving me just for money. You ran off the moment I got hit with the heart attack. If Teresa hadn't donated her heart to me, I'd never have gotten this far!"

He kicked the necklace away. "I want you to lose everything you have."

The people around us gasped. The patients and nurses were giving me looks of mockery and disdain. I picked up the necklace and dusted it off.

The once-shining obsidian was now covered in grime. 'But I was the one who donated my heart to you,' I thought.

I said nothing about it. I was a dying woman, anyway. The hospital gave me a notice of critical condition earlier. Two weeks left.

I would not survive unless I had a new heart, but the surgery was far pricier than what I could afford.

I wanted to live for myself, for what remained of my life. So I put on the necklace, to everyone's disdain. I linked it to mine.

Teresa watched me make a fool out of myself, then she hugged Joseph tightly. She said, “Thanks for taking care of Joseph all these years. Now it’s my turn. How about you sign the divorce papers too?”

I snatched the papers from her hand and signed them all. My lack of hesitation only fueled Joseph’s scorn for me.

Teresa, however, smiled happily. “Oh, it reeks here, Joseph. I’d rather not stay.”

Joseph gave her a loving smile. “You and your fussiness. Let’s go shopping.” He put his arm around her and left the ward without sparing me a glance.

Not long after that, I got a call. It was Teresa. The woman Joseph held. The best friend I thought I had for more than twenty years.

"You should've stayed away, Selina. Shouldn't have come back. You can't take Joseph away from me. We're too in love."

I said nothing.

She continued, "Wake up. You lost your chance. You have nothing now! He hates gold diggers. You thought he was done for, didn't you? I bet you regret it now."

"Done?" I asked quietly.

Smugly, she said, "What? You think you—"

I hung up on her.

Time was not on my side anymore. I did not want to waste any more of that precious coin on people I did not care about.

I picked up a handful of colorful pills and gulped them all down, washing them down with nothing but water. The pills got stuck in my throat, and the pain made me frown.

It took me a while, but I swallowed them all. Then, my phone rang again. Joseph. I picked it up, and he went into a tirade. "What did you say to Teresa? She's crying her eyes out!"