“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 use
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