《She Took Half My Life For A Dream》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 8 章

Randall…The person who had donated her heart to me years ago was named Randall Summers. That was too much of a coincidence. After Vivian fell asleep, I unlocked my phone and searched for the names Randall Summers and Vivian Cosby.After a few minutes of looking through the results, I finally found it.There was an article on a local car accident five years ago. The victim was named Randall Summers. The crash was a very severe one, and Randall had almost died on the spot. His parents had chosen to donate his organs. I was the recipient of his heart. I kept looking and managed to find more information about Randall. He had been engaged at the time of his death. As for his fiancee? Her name was Vivian Cosby. My Vivian Cosby.I regarded Vivian’s familiar face as she slept beside me. Suddenly, I did not know how to face this reality. It took me almost all night to process this truth. When I woke up, I found Vivian lying atop my chest. Her eyes were shut, and her breat

Wendell’s face went pale. “You—”The sound of footsteps cut him off.Wendell’s expression shifted instantly. He quickly grabbed the glass from the table and smashed it to the floor. Then, he fell gracefully along with it, hitting the edge of a cabinet on his way. He let out a pained moan. He held his arm and looked at me with furrowed brows. “Mr. Waverly, I only wanted to help you get your water. If you don’t welcome me here, you should have just said so!”The door opened, and Vivian rushed in.She looked at the shattered glass and at Wendell by the cabinet. Then, she looked at me. Her gaze turned icy. Without hesitation, she came before me and raised her hand. Her slap landed solidly on my face. I stumbled backward and bumped into the dining table. It hurt so much that I nearly cried out. There was a buzzing in my ear as my vision blurred. Vivian carefully helped Wendell up. Her voice was achingly gentle. “Where does it hurt? Let me look…”Wendell’s lips were tightl

My stomach rolled from the smell of antiseptic and the stench of disease. I followed the nurse as she led me through examination after examination. At the door of the last examination room, I saw an unfamiliar male doctor. His nametag announced him as Dr. Chester Graves, head of cardiology. “Quinn Waverly?” Chester’s gaze paused on me for about two seconds. “Come in.”I lay in the examination bed as a cool gel was applied to my chest. The wand swept to and fro on my skin. “Are you certain you want to do the heart transplant?” Chester suddenly asked. His eyes were still on the screen. “Yes.”“The match is a good one, and the chances of success are quite high.” Chester paused. “Are you… really sure?”I felt a chill, and I had the sense of something foreign touching me. In the end, I nodded. Chester did not say anything else. That afternoon, at 3 p.m., I went back to Vivian’s office.Out the window, I could see the entire city below me. Skyscrapers were so numerous

Chester’s voice held emotion that had long been held back. He paused and took a deep breath. His fingers were tight around his water glass. “But Vivian couldn’t accept it. After Randall died, she became even more unhinged. She convinced herself that she was a devoted fiancee, and she was so convincing that even I believed it.”I recalled the words in the note on Vivian’s phone and the way she looked every time she listened to my heartbeat. I remembered the way she looked at me.It was always as though she was looking at someone else—someone who had already died. “What about Wendell?”“She found Wendell intentionally,” Chester said. “I’ve looked into it. The drug she’s been using on him will slowly damage his heart. In the end, it will fail, and Vivian can naturally have Randall’s heart transplanted into Wendell.”I saw Wendell’s weak and tired face in my mind’s eye. I looked at Chester calmly and said, “I understand.”Silence stretched between us as the night dragged on. A b