The Cruel Wife
After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded.
My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath.
The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room.
The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die."
At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dr
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