Chapter 1

“You don’t have much time left. You should spend this time and say goodbye to your family,” the attending physician said in a gentle and sympathetic tone. My heart dropped after hearing his words.

I had already guessed the outcome, but when the final verdict came, I still could not stop my tears.

I was only twenty-eight years old. I had always tried my best to survive.

However, I had not expected my husband to take away the heart I had waited two years for.

He used that for Diane Bishop’s heart transplant, even though that fraud’s condition was not very serious.

I walked in a daze as I reached Diane’s ward. I saw my parents, my husband, Fred Anderson, and my son, Sammy Anderson, surrounding her in concern.

Fred was offering Diane a glass of water when he saw me walking in. He immediately put the glass down, walked over, and asked, “What did the doctor say?”

I looked at him, but he avoided my gaze out of guilt. He stammered as he said, “It was an emergency. If we hadn’t used the heart for Diane’s transplant, she would’ve died from pain.”

My mother said, “Fred’s right! Daphne, it’s life-or-death. You wouldn’t be mad at us for something like this, right?”

I was about to speak but changed my mind. I said indifferently, “I’m not mad. The doctor said that he’ll have good news for me in a week.”

After a slight pause, I continued, “Good news for all of us.”

Fred readjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and his beautiful eyes sparkled in joy. “Did you find another suitable heart in such a short period? I knew it! My decision that day was right.”

My father also let out a sigh of relief. He laughed and said, “Diane is a lucky girl. If we didn’t give her the heart first, she wouldn’t have survived another week.”

My mother immediately nodded as she gently smoothed Diane’s hair. She said, “Diane is going to get luckier, unlike someone, who obviously could’ve waited for another heart but threw a tantrum and embarrassed us.”

Even though I was already disappointed by them, it still hurt to hear that.

I clutched the hem of my shirt to stop myself from crying.

Fred looked at me softly, but his words sent shivers down my spine. “You were too agitated the other day. I think you should apologize to Diane.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

Diane snatched my heart away from me, and they still wanted me to apologize to her?

My mother agreed. “That’s right. If you hadn’t mistreated Diane that day, she wouldn’t have had a heart attack.

“You should be thanking your lucky stars that she’s still fine. Otherwise, I would’ve disowned you.”

I recalled that day when Diane stood before me and arrogantly showed off the hickies that Fred had given her. She was telling me how much Fred had treasured and desired her…

I could not help myself and slapped her, but they saw me doing it.

Fred rushed forward angrily to push me aside.

I fell onto the floor, and my mother charged forward to hit me.

My father was standing nearby, looking distant and cold, as though he felt like I deserved to be punished.

However, when I had a heart attack, Diane also pressed her hand against her heart and said she felt extreme pain in her heart.

Everyone believed her but thought I was faking it.

When I thought about that, I smiled bitterly. I said faintly, “Sorry, it was my fault.”

No one had expected me to apologize.

Fred’s gaze turned inquisitive.

Diane also frowned. She stared at me as though wondering why I was faking it.

My parents were looking at me warily, as though they were worried I would suddenly cause trouble again.

Only my son, Sammy, threw himself into my arms happily. “Mommy, that’s great! You finally apologized!

“You shouldn’t mistreat Aunt Diane. Otherwise, I’ll dislike you like how Grandpa and Grandma do.”

I looked at him. I could bear the coldness, misunderstanding, and favoritism from my parents and husband, but hearing the child I carried for nine months favor Diane over me was something I could not accept.

However, I had no energy left in me to argue.

I caressed his face and smiled. “I’ll listen to you then.”

It was only then that my mother nodded in satisfaction. “That’s right. It seems like you’ve learned your lesson.”

Fred also let out a sigh of relief as he said, “My wife has truly matured.”

I felt disgusted when I saw him feigning his love for me.

Right at that moment, Diane suddenly yelped in pain. Fred immediately rushed over to her.

My son, who was hugging me a moment ago, also let go of me and ran over to her. He asked, “Aunt Diane, are you alright? I can take care of you.”

Tears welled up in my parents’ eyes.

I was standing nearby like a clown.

I could no longer stand it. I told them that I was tired and left the ward.