Everyone knows Wesley is with me just to spite his true love. Though we’ve been married for five years, he seems like a considerate husband in public. In private, however, he’s extremely cold, constantly asking for a divorce. Later, his true love, Lydia, returned from abroad due to illness. Wesley took care of her tirelessly and threatened me repeatedly: “Lydia’s heart is fragile. If you show up and upset her, I’ll kill you!” Finally, when he asked for a divorce for the hundredth time, I agreed. But Wesley didn’t know I was already pregnant with his child. On the way to finalize the divorce, I got into a car accident, and both my life and my child’s were lost. Wesley didn’t get to divorce me but instead received the news that Lydia had matched with a heart donor. He eagerly returned to Johns Hopkins Hospital, personally performed the procedure, and transplanted the heart into Lydia. Only afterward did he remember the divorce but could never reach me again… As my soul ascended, the unbearable pain finally vanished completely. I floated above, watching the smoking car in the heavy rain. The driver’s seat was severely deformed from the impact, and the person inside was already dislocated all over. Today was our five-year wedding anniversary, also the hundredth time Wesley asked for a divorce. In the past, I begged not to divorce to maintain our fragile relationship. But this time, I agreed. Our relationship was never good over these five years, but he was still somewhat considerate. Until a month ago, his unattainable true love, Lydia, returned from abroad due to illness. Wesley never came home again and stayed by her side day and night at the hospital. Everyone knew he married me back then just to spite Lydia. But, being secretly in love with him for years, I willingly became his bride despite knowing this harsh truth. I never expected… Thoughts returned. The ambulance from Johns Hopkins Hospital finally arrived. The doctors took away my bloody body, and my soul followed involuntarily. Wesley works at Johns Hopkins Hospital; he’s a renowned cardiology specialist in America. Yet, as the wife of a top doctor, I had to see a family doctor for any discomfort. Because on our wedding day, Wesley coldly told me, “I don’t want to see you at work.” “Don’t bother me with trivial matters.” So, he didn’t even know I was pregnant. Thinking of this, I touched my flat stomach, where a once lively life was now completely gone due to the accident. Tears fell like broken beads as a dense pain spread through my heart. That was the child I had been longing for over five years… My bloody body wasn’t sent to the morgue but was taken to the operating room on the fifth floor. Just then, the operating room door opened. Two people walked in one after the other. “Lydia, transplanting a heart without family consent is illegal…” The speaker was Nolan, Wesley’s student. Lydia snorted coldly, walking to my cold body with crossed arms. She glanced down at me, quickly turning her head away, unable to hide the disgust in her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to match with a heart donor. How could I let this opportunity slip?” She turned her head indifferently towards Nolan, saying, “Call Wesley back.” “I want him to personally transplant the heart for my surgery.” Nolan hesitated, looking at her. But Lydia wasn’t in a hurry. She pulled out a bank card from her bag and handed it to Nolan. “There’s fifty thousand in the card. Keep this a secret, and the money is yours.” “Even if the family comes looking afterward, I have ways to deal with it.” Tempted by money and Lydia’s assurance, Nolan took the card and dialed Wesley’s phone. After a series of mechanical rings, Wesley’s voice echoed in the operating room. “What’s up?” Nolan paused, glancing at Lydia before slowly answering: “Dr. Wesley, we found a matching heart donor for Ms. Lydia.” “The body is in the operating room; you should come back.” Hearing this, the once indifferent Wesley sounded like he had won a grand prize, unable to hide his excitement. “Really?! I’ll be right back!” “Lydia finally doesn’t have to worry about this anymore…” Wesley’s extremely excited voice stabbed into my heart like a sharp blade. Tearfully, I looked at my body on the operating table. If Wesley knew it was me who died, would he still be this happy?
In less than half an hour, Wesley returned. He hugged Lydia, who was waiting in the corridor, gasping and saying happily: “Lydia, you’re finally saved.” Lydia couldn’t help but tear up, leaning into his arms and sobbing softly: “Wes, without you, I’d rather give up this heart…” Hearing this, Wesley hugged Lydia tighter, kissing her forehead and promising, “Don’t worry, I’ll divorce Phoebe.” “I only married her to spite you.” Hearing this come from Wesley’s mouth, my heart couldn’t help but ache. So, he loves Lydia that much. So, five years of companionship still couldn’t melt this iceberg. No one cared about my heartache. At this point, Wesley had comforted Lydia and was ready to start the surgery. For Wesley, a heart transplant was a trivial task. But seeing the bloody corpse on the operating table, Wesley couldn’t help but frown: “Nolan, why wasn’t it processed before being brought here?” Nolan was startled, too nervous to meet Wesley’s eyes. He lowered his head and said softly, “Finding a suitable heart for Ms. Lydia is really rare.” “And isn’t it to ensure the heart’s freshness?” Hearing this, Wesley said no more, reaching for the scalpel Nolan handed him. Just as Wesley was about to cut, he paused. Following his gaze, I saw he was looking at my hand, where a diamond ring stained with crimson blood sat on my left ring finger. I had designed this ring myself, and we made a matching one for Wesley when we married. But he disdainfully locked it away and never took it out again. “Dr. Wesley, what’s wrong?” Nolan asked, puzzled. Wesley shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. “She’s pitiful too; her husband must be quite sad, right?” He said as he made the incision, opening my chest. Nolan stood beside him, passing tools and responding: “Yes, it’s quite pitiful. After the examination, this lady was found to be two months pregnant.” This time Wesley didn’t reply, but the atmosphere in the operating room grew heavier. I thought of last winter when I fell seriously ill, too weak to get out of bed. Wesley was at home but was too busy with work. I burned with fever all night and was nearly at death’s door when taken to the hospital. But when I woke, the first thing Wesley did was blame me. “You’re an adult. Don’t you know to take medicine when sick?!” He looked at me fiercely, full of anger, “Or are you trying to attract my attention with this?” I was too weak to argue, even though he had told me not to bother him. I listened, yet why was he still angry? Wesley could feel sympathy for a stranger, but why was he so cold to me, his wife of five years?
The heart was successfully transplanted, beating again after six hours. But this time, in Lydia’s body. Wesley exited the operating room and immediately went to Lydia’s ward. Seeing her in good condition, he finally sighed in relief. After checking on Lydia, Wesley returned to his office. Sitting on his chair, he took out his phone, finding no messages. In the past, I would send him over a hundred messages daily, sharing everything about my day. But today was unusually quiet. Wesley stared at the phone for a while, finally opening his contacts and finding my name. He hesitated before dialing. The mechanical ringtone rang repeatedly before automatically disconnecting. No one answered. Eventually, Wesley lost patience. He opened Snapchat and clicked on our chat, unhappily sending two voice messages. “Phoebe, you agreed to divorce, so why aren’t you showing up?” “Don’t think these games will change my mind about the divorce!” I watched his disgruntled expression, smiling bitterly and murmuring, “Wesley, if you disliked me so much, why marry me in the first place?” But it’s okay. I’m gone now. Wesley will no longer be bothered by me. His messages went unanswered, and I vanished without a trace. But he didn’t look for me, convinced I was throwing a tantrum, unwilling to divorce, hiding somewhere. But I wasn’t hiding. My body lay in the morgue at the hospital where he worked. No one claimed me because I was an orphan. I observed his indignant look, managed a wry smile, and whispered, “Wesley, if you disliked me so much, why did you marry me in the first place?” But it doesn’t matter now because I am already gone. Wesley will never be bothered by me again. Just as I faded away quietly, Wesley’s news vanished without a trace. He never searched for me, assuming I was merely sulking and hiding to avoid a divorce. But I didn’t hide. My body is lying in the morgue of the hospital where he works. No one came to claim me because I am an orphan. Back then, I worked my way from the orphanage to gain admission to a top design school, one of my life’s notable achievements. The other was marrying Wesley. During college, Wesley was not only the most handsome guy in the medical school but also the top student, the dream man in the hearts of many girls. However, back then, Wesley only had eyes for Lydia. Even I, at a neighboring campus, knew about their romantic love story. The first time I saw him was at a joint party between our schools. In the crowd, Wesley stood out in his luxurious, custom-made suit, shining like a star. Later, when a drunk guy harassed me, Wesley stepped in to rescue me. For the first time, my quiet heart felt like it was fluttering with excitement. Yet, I understood that Wesley and I were worlds apart, and he had a girlfriend, so I kept my feelings hidden deep within. It’s amusing how those who strive from humble beginnings often fantasize about unattainable things. I thought that would be my only connection to Wesley. Until he and Lydia fell out, and I happened to deliver custom buttons to his friend. On a perfectly sunny day, he casually looked at me and said, “Do you want to marry me?”
“Phoebe still isn’t answering her phone?” In the ward, Lydia looked pale as she gazed at Wesley. The next second, her eyes reddened, and tears fell as she asked sadly, “Wesley, you’ve been married to her for five years. Did you really never have feelings for her?” “Her disappearance—is it a lie? You never wanted to marry me.” “You’re still blaming me for leaving you back then!” Lydia cried hysterically at the end. Over these days, my emotions inexplicably stabilized, and I calmly watched them from the window. I guessed Wesley would comfort her tenderly. Sure enough, the next moment, he frowned, stood up, and hugged Lydia tightly. “Phoebe agreed to divorce me. I don’t know why she suddenly disappeared.” He patted Lydia’s back to comfort her, then softly said, “But don’t worry, I will divorce her.” “And I’ll marry you.” Just then, urgent footsteps sounded. Two police officers in uniform burst into the ward. Wesley was startled, “Is there something wrong?” Before the police could answer, the door was pushed open again. Nolan appeared, gasping for breath, looking at Wesley with trembling eyes: “Dr. Wesley… Ms. Phoebe is dead…” Hearing this, Wesley froze and looked at Nolan in confusion, “Who did you say died?” “Mr. Wesley, we’re here to inform you of this.” The police naturally took over, sighed, and handed a phone with a video to Wesley: “A week ago, in the morning, your wife Phoebe was in a car accident with a bus.” “The scene was tragic; she… died instantly.” “We sent the body to your hospital, but no one claimed it…” The video played on the phone, and I clearly saw Wesley’s face turn pale. For the first time, I saw such an expression on his face. The ward became deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Until Nolan walked to the dazed Wesley, placed a hand on his shoulder: “Dr. Wesley, it seems… you personally examined the body that day, and it was Ms. Phoebe.” “She was pregnant for two months when she died… Her body is still in the morgue…” With a loud thud, the phone fell to the ground. Wesley’s pupils contracted, looking at Nolan in disbelief, “You said that person was Phoebe?” This time Nolan didn’t speak. He looked red-eyed and conflicted. I guess his feelings are complicated, considering he and Lydia took my heart without anyone’s permission. I used to be friendly to Nolan. Without waiting for any response, Wesley suddenly dashed out of the ward like a madman, and Nolan quickly followed. Leaving Lydia looking helpless. The elevator was stuck at the top floor and wouldn’t come down. Wesley chose to take the stairs from the sixteenth floor, running so fast he even stumbled and fell down the stairs. “Dr. Wesley!!!” Nolan hurriedly went to help Wesley up but was pushed away. Wesley hit his forehead, which started bleeding, but he quickly got up and rushed to the morgue on the second basement floor.
I followed them, watching everything coldly. I didn’t understand why Wesley, who clearly disliked me, became so agitated when hearing of my death. Soon Wesley reached the morgue door. He suddenly became calm and slowly walked to a row of cabinets, stopping in front of them. Nolan, who caught up, hesitated several times before finally pointing to one in the middle: “Dr. Wesley… Ms. Phoebe’s… body is here.” I floated beside Wesley, watching him as his hand shook violently on the handle. But he didn’t pull it out immediately, just stood there staring. I looked at his bloodless face and couldn’t help but mock: “What? Are you so happy about my death that you don’t know what to do?” After all, with me dead, no one would annoy him anymore. He could marry Lydia without any obstacles, and the lovers would finally be together. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but curse. “Wesley! I was with you for five years, longer than you were with Lydia!” “If you don’t shed a tear when you see me, I’ll haunt you as a ghost forever!” I shouted loudly in his ear, but obviously, Wesley couldn’t hear me. With a “click,” the freezer opened. Amidst a burst of cold air, my shattered body finally appeared before Wesley’s eyes. The sight made even Nolan gasp. Wesley suddenly collapsed to his knees, staring at my body, unable to stop shivering, as tears flowed down his face like a flood. I was taken aback. I never imagined Wesley could be this kind of person. Even after my death, he’s still putting on a pathetic display of devotion for others? As I was processing this, Wesley’s trembling hand moved toward my head but stopped just short of touching it. Watching him, I sighed in resignation. It’s no wonder; my skull was completely shattered, and even though it was pieced back together, it still looked uneven and gruesome. Naturally, he couldn’t bring himself to touch it. But then, a heart-wrenching scream tore through the silence of the morgue. “Phoebe!!!” Wesley shouted, clutching me tightly, repeatedly saying, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes inexplicably stung, “Your acting is surprisingly convincing. How did I never notice this talent before?” Seeing the situation, Nolan hurriedly crouched down to pull Wesley, who was overwhelmed with emotion, away. “Dr. Carter! Ms. Taylor’s body was painstakingly restored to this state, you mustn’t touch it!” With all his strength, Nolan managed to pry Wesley away from my body, and sure enough, when I looked again, my once-intact body had fallen apart. Wesley’s eyes filled with tears as he murmured to the person in the freezer, “This can’t be real… you’re just trying to trick me, right?” “I know you always liked using little tricks to get my attention, but Phoebe, could you not joke with me like this?” “Please wake up! Wake up…” Wesley cried desperately, curling up in Nolan’s arms, clutching his shirt as if he might pass out at any moment. Seeing this, Nolan’s eyes turned red, but he still calmly told Wesley: “Ms. Taylor is already gone!” “Dr. Carter… please accept it…” “Impossible!” Wesley shouted, suddenly pushing Nolan away, “She loved me so much, how could she bear to leave me?” “She can’t be dead… this must be a dream…” He said, collapsing to his knees before me, gently lifting my left hand. “Phoebe, wake up.” “I won’t mention divorce again, we’ll live happily from now on.” “I’m begging you…”
Overwhelmed by his emotions, Wesley eventually fainted. I drifted into his hospital room, sitting on a distant sofa, quietly watching him. Strangely, I felt a sense of satisfaction. After the car accident, I wished he would quickly find me and take me home. But when I saw him cut out my heart to put into Lydia’s body, and later act so indifferent to my disappearance. For the first time, I understood what it meant to feel “like a dead heart.” People often say that if you raise a dog long enough, you develop feelings for it, but Wesley truly had no heart for me. Of course, he didn’t love me, so his indifference made sense. Lost in thought, Lydia entered the hospital room, looking worn out and tense, still in her hospital gown as she sat by the bed. Wesley soon woke up. “Wes! You’re finally awake.” Lydia said excitedly, throwing herself onto Wesley, choking up, “I know her sudden death is hard for you to accept.” “But if you think about it, it’s a good thing! There will be no more obstacles between us.” “My illness is cured because of Phoebe’s death, you should be happy for me!” Wesley didn’t respond to Lydia, suddenly pushing her away, getting out of bed, and stumbling toward the door. Seeing this, Lydia quickly got up and grabbed Wesley, crying and asking, “Where are you going?!” “I’m going home…” he mumbled, walking out on his own, muttering, “Phoebe is waiting for me at home.” “If I don’t go back soon, she’ll definitely get mad, and then she won’t talk to me.” Hearing his words, Lydia’s face turned pale, and she let go of Wesley’s hand in shock. … By the time Wesley got home, it was already dark. When he opened the door, he was no longer greeted by a smiling face but by a cold, silent house. I took a deep breath and followed him inside. The home we had lived in for five years looked the same as it did before I left. Everything seemed unchanged. But somehow, everything felt different. Wesley stood at the entrance like a hollow shell, staring at the living room for a long time before forcing a smile at the empty house, saying, “Phoebe, I’m home.” But sadly, no one would ever answer him again. Seeing this, I rolled my eyes: “All those times when I cooked for you and waited at home, you never acted like this.” “What a fake!” Of course, Wesley couldn’t hear my complaints. After standing there dazed for a while, he slowly walked into the living room. In the center of the coffee table, there was still a pregnancy test report lying quietly. I admit, when we first separated, I couldn’t be so calm about it, but I really didn’t have any expectations for him anymore. I just thought he should know about the pregnancy. Wesley slumped on the sofa, confusedly reaching for the report. When he saw the words on it, he unexpectedly covered his face and cried. “I really am a jerk!” His tears quickly soaked the report, and his sorrow echoed through the quiet night.
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