Her Silent Heart
When the kidnapper fired the gun, I shielded Scott with my body.
The bullet pierced my heart, and I was sent overseas to have my heart exchanged with an artificial one—one that ran on a battery.
Because of this heart, Scott married me, and my friends congratulated me for finally having my wish granted, for finally marrying my childhood sweetheart.
Later, when I laid there on the operating table with my chest cut open, he was kissing another woman under the moonlight.
I didn't react to this in the slightest, recovering my heart in silence.
Scott resented my numbness, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Wendy, aren't you angry about this?"
He didn't know the reason, and to be honest, it was quite simple. Why be angry when my heart was on the verge of giving out?
Every passionate day he spent chasing after love…
Was another tick in the countdown to the end of my life.