Junk Of The Heart

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

When the nurse pulled the IV needle out of the back of my hand, her gaze was filled with pity. “Mr. Young, the heart meant for your transplant was transferred at the last minute. It was sent to the VIP ward on the seventh floor. It’s a shame, but all your pre-operation prep has gone to waste.” Marcus Stewart was warded on the seventh floor. He was the frail young man my sister brought home. Ten minutes ago, Marcus suddenly had terrible chest pain. My usually strong mother burst into tears. My stoic father slammed the table in front of every expert in the hospital, then decided to give Marcus the heart I had been waiting three years for. It was supposed to save my life. I hurried to the end of the corridor, but the green operating light had already come on. Clutching the twisting pain in my chest, I leaned against the ice-cold wall and slid to the floor. There was no need to wait anymore. My heart failure was terminal. The doctor said I would not last the next few days. The mechanical voice sounded in my head. [Master, your vital signs are rapidly deteriorating. If you terminate this body and leave this world now, you still have a chance at a new life. Would you like to proceed?] I looked at the faint grey hue of death tinging my fingertips. “...Yes.”

Gamma, a hater and heartbreaker of beings called women. For him, only his adoptive mother and younger brother are the women he loves. The others don't matter. However, Angel was different. That girl was able to conquer the heart of a famous violinist like Gamma, a person who should be shunned by any good girl. Can Angel fall into Gamma's entangling love trap? Can Gamma finally find a real woman who is not as shitty as her evil mother? Those beautiful notes were swiped from the proud violin, singing a love song that captivated the heart. Or is it hurting their heart? __________________________________ Welcome to this sweet love stories, one that is wrapped either with hatred, revenge, sincerity or compulsion. Welcome and pray for the characters inside, hope they will always be happy.

The night before my wedding, a car hit me and put me in the hospital. Not one person in my family would pick up. Neither would my fiance. With nowhere else to turn, I posted a single message in our family group chat. "I was in a car accident. Can anyone come see me?" My oldest brother, a senior government official, called back with the smooth official impatience he used at work. "Rosalie, you've had a heart condition since you were a child. Jocelyn has spent five years being the daughter to Mom and Dad that you couldn't be. Show a little gratitude, and stop using an ugly lie like this to wreck the birthday party we planned for her." Then my second brother—an internationally renowned designer—spoke from beside him, his voice laced with impatience. "Stop calling us, and stop calling Miles. The wedding's tomorrow. Can't you keep quiet for one day? You really think the whole world has to revolve around you?" I hung up without a word, and the tears slid from the corners of my eyes. Then the door opened, and my third brother, who was also my cardiac surgeon, came to stand beside the bed with something complicated in his face. "Rosie, the donor heart that was supposed to go to you went to Jocelyn's cousin instead. Be reasonable about this. Our family owes her. Go into the group and apologize, say you lied, and let her have her birthday. "Don't worry. She's already found a broker. He can get you another heart in about a month, and you can wait that long. I'm here. Everything's going to be fine." It was like going through the ice on a lake. I pulled up a smile that wouldn't hold. "Nathaniel, how long has it been since you looked at my reports? I think I've got about two weeks left."

The day I was finally welcomed back into the Salazar family, Nathaniel Salazar—the frail adopted son they'd raised in my place—died from heart failure. My sister, Alyssa, shaved her head and withdrew from the world, claiming she wanted to soothe Nathaniel's restless soul. My parents had lost two children in a single night, and they blamed me for both. To make amends, they decided my heart would one day be donated to a distant young relative suffering from the same condition. After all, that little boy had been Nathaniel's favorite person in the world. From that day on, I was forbidden from drinking, smoking, staying up late, or doing anything that might damage my health. They called it redemption for my brother. For ten years, I lived like a spare part, a replacement waiting for the day I would finally be needed. Then, three days before the transplant surgery, I saw Nathaniel in the hospital. He was alive. He was curled up against Alyssa's shoulder, acting spoiled while our parents watched with indulgent smiles. Alyssa gently stroked his hair. "Don't be scared, Nathaniel. Jordan's healthy heart will be yours soon. After this, you'll never be sick again." I lowered my eyes to the results of my pre-surgery examination: stage IV stomach cancer with multiple organ failure. Not a single organ was suitable for transplantation.

She is one who loves fiercely, but it always ends bad for her lovers. One boy upsets her pattern of love crisis, and she would rather leave him, than destroy him. However, there's more to this than she realizes