The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“I’ve wrestled with whether to share this truth for years,” the surgeon posted online. “Every

time I came close, I remembered her pleading with us to keep her secret.”

“Had I known she was struggling so much… God, I should have spoken up sooner.”

The news that I’d given Alexander my heart exploded across social media, but I was oblivious in my little sanctuary.

I was picking up fresh produce at the local market when I saw the van coming. Then everything went dark.

I woke up to Rachel’s tear–stained face. She’d made peace with my terminal diagnosis, but

this senseless violence was too much.

The door flew open. Alexander stood there, chest heaving, clothes disheveled, hands bloody from presumably punching walls. His fingers trembled as he held up my medical file.

me?” His voice cracked.

me feel strangely hollow. I just smiled.

now.

my bed, sobbing like I’d never seen before. “I’ll find the best specialists, call in every favor, spend whatever it takes to find you

thousand responses died in my throat.

apartment, but

like we were still newlyweds. One afternoon, watching him pull weeds

you playing

“I’m divorcing her. All that matters is finding you a heart.” His jaw tightened.

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finding whoever tried to kill you.”

how dangerous

me time, but my

understood the odds better than anyone. When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood type had seemed like

they’d found a match. Before I could ask