Novel & Cerita The Heart Left Behind

Because she was not paying attention, by the time her baby got to the public hospital, he was already in respiratory failure and rushed into the NICU. I figured Derick and Jasmine would be glued to his side. Nope. There they were, waiting anxiously as I stepped out with my child in my arms. "I heard Ayden's got a heart problem! Is he okay?" Jasmine was on the verge of tears. "Yeah, Lily! How's Ayden? Any lasting damage? You've got to make sure he gets better!" I frowned. Could not help it. "Jasmine, isn't your baby in the ICU? How could you just leave him all alone in the hospital?"

The time she cradled her belly, whispering to the unborn child that she would protect it even if no one else did. And deeper still Aria’s moment of collapse beneath the gate. The instant she fractured and something inside her was **left behind**. The Afterbirth spoke through Kael’s mouth. “Now I see what she loved. What she hated. What she feared to admit.” Kael slammed his fists into the ground. “Get… out… of me!” But the voice whispered back, inside his skull: **“Not until you see her completely. Not until you admit what you broke.”**

“This life has no meaning to me if you are not with me. I can’t breathe without you.” Mishka clutched the back of his hand, and pressed her lips in a straight line, staring at him as he continued. “The last time you left me, I survived a minor heart attack,” He revealed, taking her hand to his heart and Mishka blinked her eyes, the revelation stunned her. “I don’t know if I’d survive if you leave me again.” He confessed, and Mishka was speechless.

He sighs, standing and walking toward the window that probably overlooks the city. “About five years ago, a research project was launched—an ambitious attempt at cardiac cloning. The goal was to replicate a patient’s failing heart and grow a healthier version, eliminating the need to wait for a compatible donor. It was groundbreaking work, something that could have revolutionized pediatric cardiac care. But the project never reached completion. One of the chief researchers—someone vital to the team—left for personal reasons, and without them, the momentum was lost. Because the research was so highly confidential, the identities of the remaining team members were never made public, and the pr

I left him there on the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of everything he'd destroyed. The next day, I tracked Lydia down till I saw her sitting near a cafe near the edge of the pack territory. She was alone, stirring a cup of coffee, her expression distant. The pregnancy bump was visible now beneath her designer dress. "Lydia." She looked up, startled. "What do you want?" I sat down across from her without waiting for an invitation. "I want to know about the heart." Her face went carefully blank. "What heart?" "The compatible donor heart that was supposed to go to Elena. The one that mysteriously disappeared from the transplant list three weeks ago."

"—knowing that your greatest creation is also your greatest failure." "Because he won't be you. Won't carry on your legacy. Won't—" I walked to the door. "Won't be anything you wanted him to be." I opened the door. Looked back one last time at the heart. At the life beating inside. "He'll be mine. Completely. Forever." "And there's nothing—absolutely nothing—you can do about it." I left. Door closing behind me. The heart beat on. Alone. Trapped. Helpless.

“Not where anyone could stumble over it or sense it.” Keith’s brows draw together. “You’re saying move it again? After all this time?” “No.” I curl my fingers around the satchel. “I’m saying we break it, scatter it. Sanctuaries. Dead places. Places even power avoids.” I swallow. “The Heart was never meant to be whole. That’s why it was broken and hidden in the first place. But there was a mistake the Elders made,” I hold up the package. “The eye is all that matters; anything can be substituted for the legs, a mistake that was only found out after. Every time someone tried to wield it, it nearly tore the world apart.”

“Uhmm uhmm.” “You are suffering from left ventricular dysfunction, Mr. Chase and what I had thought would help can no longer be of use. I realized that you are at the end stage. Open heart surgery had not changed the state of things and the stuck-up blood in your chest is beginning to leak back to left atrium,” he went straight to the point, showing the image of my scanned body. I stared at it just as he did, though I understood little to nothing about medical terms, but he was good at keeping things simple compared most doctors I had met.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

Under mounting pressure, Xavier and Ethan had no choice but to book the earliest flight back to Nordura. Xavier was admitted to a hospital to recover. Though his body was in Nordura, his heart remained stuck in Elmstead, unable to move on. Day after day, he sat silently in his hospital bed, staring blankly at the blue sky and drifting clouds outside the window. Sometimes, Violet would show up with food or offer to massage his legs. However, he treated her like she was invisible, not even sparing her a word. He completely shut himself off from the outside world, escaping into daydreams where Aurora was still by his side.