The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost

Chapter 2

“You’re exactly the same as seven years ago – everything’s about money with you!”

I stood

up, looking at Alexander’s healthy physique. A faint smile crossed my lips as I picked up my medical records.

“Since you know how much I love money, Mr. Morgan, perhaps you’d like to lend me

more?”

Emily burst into tears, clutching his strong arm while shooting me a look full of mockery

and malice.

“Darling, what if she’s telling the truth?” she sniffled. “Besides

it was Sarah who

abandoned you, and then that kind donor’s heart saved your life! Shouldn’t we help her?”

Her words seemed to remind Alexander of how I had supposedly left him for money. The anger and hesitation in his eyes instantly froze over.

“A donor’s heart can’t save someone without a shred of humanity. She doesn’t deserve it.”

As Alexander turned to leave with Emily, she continued pleading. But in the split second she

her lips curled

my medical records, now covered in Emily’s footprints.

My vision blurred as they walked away. After a while,

from my lips, staring at the words

chest. Alexander still didn’t know – the heart beating in his chest

weaker by the day. Artificial heart technology wasn’t advanced then. In theory,

I was a match, I arranged to give him my heart. I received the

Hear Me

Chapter 21

of seven years – it was all we could

chest would randomly seize with pain. Coughing up blood and sudden weakness became my new normal. Without money, I kept postponing

newer artificial heart.

years had passed. The artificial heart in my chest sent its seventh warning pulse. I knew it had reached its

leaving the hospital, I returned to my rented apartment. The room was small, damp, and freezing in winter, sweltering in summer- but the rent was cheap. This was where

his, I pretended to be

him divorce papers.

side. He knew how deeply I loved him

for his. So I had to be cruel, pretending I’d had enough enough of the endless struggles by his side, enough of living without hope, enough of generic medications, one meal a day, drinking tap water when thirsty, eating stale bread when hungry, stretching every dollar

told him I was done with it all.

this proud man who had never feared hardship or pain broke

I signed my organ donation forms.

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