Romans & histoires I Was Forced To Donate Two Hearts, And My Husband Went Mad With Regret

But before I could reach them, a little foot stomped down hard, grinding the pills into the floorboards until they were crushed and embedded in the dust. "Shameless! Thief! Get out of my house!" Her voice pierced through the air like a shard of glass. A deafening ring exploded in my ears. My artificial heart maxed out under the strain. I couldn't hold myself up anymore—I collapsed, and the past came flooding back. Maya had been sickly since birth. By the time they found her heart condition, there was no time left to wait for a donor. So I went in for the match quietly, and without a second thought, gave her my healthy heart. I had an artificial one put in its place.

" Do you think you are the only one who can donate plasma?” At this point, I was fed up with his heartless words. He didn't even feel remorseful and was still feeling as pompous as ever. I was overwhelmed by anger and emotions. “ I'm fed up with this marriage!" I hollered at the top of my voice, my face twisting with anger and resentment. “ I'm fucking fed up! And yes, I don't think I'm the only one who can donate plasma, there are plenty of people out there!" I paused for a moment, trying to control my emotions.

." She closed her eyes, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened them, and we both stood there silently, our breath disappearing as it rose into the sky. "I-I thought that maybe-" she shook her head slowly, "-I thought that your voice had come back and you suddenly realized that you didn't want to be with Rain's mother. That I wasn't the one you wanted to tell 'I love you' to." She took a deep breath. "I also thought that maybe, when you had your heart surgery, I might have been lost too." She glanced at my chest before she looked down at the sand. I took her chin in my fingers and tilted her face back up to me. Once she was looking into my eyes, I brought my hand up and signed, "B

My wife is a model hospital director. For the third time, to avoid any appearance of favoritism, she gave away the donor heart that had finally been matched to me. I sat in her office, didn't cry or make a scene, and just nodded calmly. "I understand." But she frowned. "You're my husband. What's so wrong with waiting a little? I can save you anytime. This patient came all the way from a small rural town. Without this heart, he'll die!" The boy who got the heart was the college student she'd sponsored for four years. He dropped to his knees in front of me. "If Dr. Foster didn't care so much about her patients, I'd be dead. Please don't blame her, okay?" I kept nodding and smiling. "I g

Ten years ago, my ex-wife, Hailey Anderson, secretly signed an organ donation agreement without my knowledge. She donated the heart of our son, Jayden Smith, to her lover, Seth Parker’s dying son, Charlie Parker. When I arrived at the hospital, Jayden’s body was already in the cold morgue. Hailey was waiting outside another ward. She teared up in joy when Charlie regained his heartbeat. On the day of Jayden’s burial, I signed the divorce agreement. Then, I changed my name and left the city. After ten years of excruciatingly hard work, I specialized in cardiovascular surgery. Other than inventing the first fully implantable artificial heart, I also became the top surgeon globally.

It wasn't until Scott Corporation was on the brink of collapse that the woman who had always claimed to love me turned her back on me. She went on a vacation with Killian Shaffer, the one who had conspired against my family. Yet, despite everything, I still ended up marrying her. I buried my love for Amelie deep inside. We hurt each other constantly, but I knew I couldn't forget the love of my youth. Love took root in my heart and grew into a towering tree. When Olivia's health began to deteriorate, I received a call from the hospital. A terminally ill patient was a match for Olivia and was willing to donate their heart.

But precisely because we'd been married for five years, even though I already knew what he wanted, I needed to hear him say it out loud. Could you really say it, David? He could. With a casual expression, he said, "What if you donated one to her?" I felt ice run through my veins as I stared at him in disbelief. David looked at me intensely. "You have two kidneys. Giving her one to save her life isn't that much to ask, is it?" Something caught in my throat. Finally, I managed to speak. "David, have you lost your mind?" "Lost my mind how?"

“Look again. Do you really think I could forge those government stamps?” His face began to drain of color. His hands trembled as he picked up the papers from the floor. He scanned the words carefully. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Camile covered her mouth in disbelief. “How could this be? Mr. and Mrs. Black are… Andrea, why didn’t you tell us sooner? When did it happen?” The memory of that day struck like a knife to the ribs. “When? The exact day your father had his surgery. Don’t you remember, Camile? Your father took a heart that wasn’t meant for him. That donor heart belonged to my dad, Nate’s dad!”

"What did you say? Who's dead?" She looked at him like he was an idiot. "Your wife, Leona Barton. Honestly, I don't know how you can call yourself her husband. You forced her to donate her kidney when she already had kidney failure. What is that if not murder?"

LILY I was starting to regret ever getting married to that person. I only agreed to donate my kidney in exchange for this marriage. Now, I have given Adam's mother my kidney, and he actually got someone else pregnant! He was not taking me seriously at all! "How.....how could this be? It doesn't make sense! He is your husband ...how could Adam act like this? I know I did not raise him like this," Philp muttered. My mother laughed angrily and pointed a finger at Philp.