Take My Heart Not My Son Novels & Stories

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

My chest felt like it had a gaping hole in it, and cold wind whistled through. It was not the affair that hurt. It was the fact that I never imagined Victor would let someone else harm our child.

"I'll end things with Connor. Let's start over, okay? I can give up on the studio and everything else, too. I just want you back…" I simply stared at her impassively. "It's too late. I'm married. Please leave and don't bother us again. I've given you far too many chances, but you've never appreciated them. Now that I've started a new life for myself, I hope you can move on and take care of yourself, too." Alice gently squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring look. Natasha stared at our joined hands. The last flicker of hope in her eyes finally died out.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

I mumbled in tears, hoping all these would stop him from being the heartless monster he was, but I was wrong… “I’m sorry, son.” He uttered in a low tone and before I knew it, he kicked me off, moved closer to the two men in front of him, and dug his hand into their chests. “Danny! Father, nooooooo!” I cried, raising my hand in the air. As I sprang to my feet and tried to stop him, it was too late. He pulled his heart out of his body, and blood began to spill. My heart stopped beating and sank to my belly as I kept eye contact with Danny who was now lifeless. I could see the teardrops roll down his eyes.

The moment the screen went black, I slammed my fist onto the desk. I was so damn tired of this charade. My father has had the idea that my heart no longer belonged to Tina. He didn’t know that everything I was doing with her was just a show, just part of the plan because the truth is, my heart… belonged to Sonia and no matter how much I tried to push the feeling away, it refused to disappear. **********

I’ll call the hospital right now—we can arrange the surgery immediately. Every gaze in the room snapped to Winter. She took a slow breath and stood. "Let me introduce you guys to my ex-husband," she said calmly. "He's the one who took the heart meant for my dad, all because his mistress had mild myocarditis." The room erupted. "How shameless!" "Ruining his own father-in-law's chances of survival for a lover? Disgusting!" "Is he from Harbor City? Why's he showing his face around here?"

“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!” Camile’s shocked expression froze on her face. Nate lunged forward and grabbed my arms with desperate hope flashing in his eyes. “No, no… This can’t be true! Why didn’t you call me when they needed help? Why didn’t you tell me? I’m their son! How could you be so cruel and keep this from me?”

Mommy please take me with you ' *Sob* *Sob* *Sob* If I had left my study then I have my innocent and pure hearted son with me ... My son used to cry for his mother love but me .. I was blind behind my dream .. I have become a best cardiologist which cost my child's tears , I cursed my innocent son's heart under my progress ... When I came back after completing my MBBS... since I hadn't visit home for 2 years because Varun usually used to cry when I had to leave the house to came back for the study

When he had found Kylie, he had seen blood on her legs and thought it was just an injury. He never imagined it would be… Jonathan froze, his vision turning red. A gut feeling told him it must have been his and Kylie's child. But now, the child was gone, and Kylie was still unconscious. For the first time in his life, Jonathan felt utterly powerless. It was as if someone had gripped his heart and squeezed it until every ounce of strength drained away. His body was frozen, tears welling in his eyes, but he couldn't speak. Seeing Jonathan like this, the doctor didn't dare say what he had planned to say.