Today marks my fourth wedding anniversary with Liam. But instead of celebration, I got a call from the law firm. It was Liam’s chief legal advisor, his voice tinged with something odd. “Mrs. Hayes, Mr. Hayes has been sued by Ms. Chloe Miller for alleged unlawful restraint. Your presence is required as his legal spouse.” My fingers gripping the phone felt icy. Another one of Chloe’s tricks. Over these past four years, similar stunts have been endless. This was just that woman’s twisted way of asserting her dominance, another pathetic drama. Yet, I still went. Because I was Liam’s only legal wife, and that was my obligation. The top-floor conference room at the law firm was aggressively cold. As I approached, I saw Chloe through the glass door. She was complaining, half-showing off, half-feigning victimhood: “Mr. Evans, don’t you think he’s absolutely out of line? He just kept me all alone on a private island for three whole days and nights, not allowed to go anywhere!” The assistants nearby looked unfazed, as if they’d seen it all before. One assistant leaned closer to the intern beside her, whispering: “This isn’t a lawsuit, it’s a public display of affection. Mr. Hayes spoils her rotten. It’s just a couple’s game, blown out of proportion to get his wife to witness their drama.” The intern nodded, realization dawning: “So that’s why Mrs. Hayes was notified as per procedure?” “Exactly, just to rub it in.” Those whispers, big and small, stabbed at my heart, one after another. I pushed open the door and sat on a corner sofa. Not long after, Liam arrived. He strode in, clad in a black designer suit, radiating an icy aura that instantly dropped the temperature of the entire room by several degrees. But the moment he saw Chloe, all that coldness seemed to melt away. He gently stroked her hair, his movements tender: “My bad. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up. Are you still mad?” Chloe pouted, feigning annoyance. Liam pulled a velvet box from his pocket and opened it. A dazzling pink diamond brooch lay quietly inside. “I bid on this for you a few days ago at an auction.” He pinned the brooch to Chloe’s chest. “Don’t be mad anymore, hmm?” Chloe looked surprised and delighted, but still kept up her act. Liam smoothly pulled her into his embrace, then leaned in and kissed her. Throughout it all, I felt like a transparent spectator, forced to watch my husband’s intimacy with another woman. Liam, still holding Chloe, turned around, as if he finally noticed me in the corner. His gaze swept over, pausing slightly. Chloe leaned in his arms, openly admitting: “Liam, I asked Mr. Evans to notify her. You’re not mad at me, are you?” “It’s fine.” Liam uttered two indifferent words. Those two words were like a sharp knife, plunging into my heart. My thoughts, pulled by that piercing pain, involuntarily drifted back to the past. Four years ago, it wasn’t like this. Back then, Liam’s sister, Lily, and I were the best friends in the world. I had once feared that intimidating man. But later, I discovered that while Liam was cold to everyone else, he had an unimaginable tenderness reserved only for me. He remembered my period and would prepare warm drinks and heating pads in advance. He built a cozy, elaborate shelter for a stray cat beneath my dorm window, simply because I’d once casually mentioned feeling sorry for it. Whenever I left the house, he’d always find reasons to be by my side, protecting me completely. Little by little, I lowered my guard. We were madly in love for two whole years. During those two years, I was a princess, adored and cherished by Liam. But a sudden disaster crushed all that beauty into dust. After our wedding, Lily and I were shopping when we encountered an armed robber. In the chaos, Lily pushed me away with all her strength, screaming: “Rose, run! Go get help!” I turned and ran, but didn’t get far before an unprecedented, sharp pain erupted in my stomach. The pain was so intense, everything went black, and I lost consciousness. When I woke again, the world had changed. Two terrible pieces of news hit me simultaneously. First, the doctor told me I had stomach cancer, late stage. Second, Lily resisted and was brutally stabbed to death by the vicious criminal. I didn’t even have time to process the sudden tragedies before I was engulfed by Liam’s overwhelming hatred. His eyes bloodshot, he gripped my shoulders tightly, roaring questions at me: “Why didn’t you save her? Why were you the only one who ran?!” My heart twisted in agony. I looked at this man, who had just suffered the profound grief of losing his sister. How could I bear to tell him that his wife also didn’t have long to live? I couldn’t let him endure the double blow of losing both his sister and his wife at the same time. So, I chose silence. And my silence, in Liam’s eyes, was an admission of guilt. From that moment on, all the love in his eyes transformed into an all-consuming hatred. To get back at me, he found Chloe, a woman who bore a slight resemblance to my features. He lavished all the affection he once gave me, and then some, on that fake. My hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen. It was still flat, but the cancer cells inside had long since spread throughout my body. I remembered the latest medical report I received three days ago. The doctor looked at me, sympathy in his eyes, as he pronounced my final deadline. “Mrs. Hayes, I’m so sorry, but you have at most one month left.” One month. A sorrowful curve touched my pale lips. Well, good. This endless torment was finally nearing its end. Lily, wait for me. I’ll be there to apologize soon.
I walked out of the law firm, and a fiery red sports car brazenly screeched to a halt in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Chloe’s face, etched with a victor’s smile. “Get in.” She said in a sweet voice from the driver’s seat, her boastful intent undisguised. Liam didn’t even look at me, he just commanded: “Get in. Don’t make me say it twice.” I got in. Every inch of air in that cramped space suffocated me. The car started, speeding along the riverside highway. Suddenly, a ball rolled into the middle of the road, followed immediately by a toddler. Chloe panicked, yanking the steering wheel wildly, mistaking the accelerator for the brake and stomping on it. The sports car shot straight for the guardrail along the river. In the split second before impact, I clearly saw Liam lunge forward. He shielded Chloe with his own body. From beginning to end, he didn’t spare me a single glance. “Crash—” A deafening impact, then the chilling cold and darkness of plunging into the water. Icy river water surged in through the shattered window, frantically flooding my mouth and nose. My heart, in that moment, turned utterly cold. Before I completely lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was Liam smashing open the car window. He carried the already unconscious Chloe, swimming strenuously towards the surface, his back to me. I woke up in a hospital, to the sound of a man’s voice, thick with suppressed fury. “Why isn’t she awake yet?!” It was Liam. My heart gave an uncontrollable tremor. I heard the doctor holding my medical chart, trying to explain: “Mr. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes’s unconsciousness might not just be due to drowning. Her physical condition…” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an anxious nurse’s voice. “Mr. Hayes! Ms. Miller is awake and crying, looking for you everywhere!” The hospital room door was pushed open, and Liam’s tall figure appeared in the doorway. Our eyes met, mine having just fluttered open. The anxiety and suppressed anger that had been etched on his face because I hadn’t woken up quickly vanished the moment he saw I was conscious. He turned without hesitation towards Chloe’s room, not sparing me another glance. I slowly closed my eyes, a faint, bitter smile escaping my lips. It’s better this way, that he doesn’t know about my illness. Otherwise, he’d probably just scoff at it as karma, then complain I was dying too slowly and disgusting him. I discharged myself. Returning to the empty villa, my heart was as still as stagnant water. I began to calmly arrange my final affairs. First, I went to the old photo studio on the corner that had been there for decades and took a portrait for my funeral. In the photo, I wore a clean white shirt, a calm smile on my face. But my eyes held an unyielding stillness, a deadness. I went to choose the simplest white ceramic urn for myself. Holding that small urn, imagining myself curled up inside it in the end, I felt an immense sense of peace. Finally, I took a cab to the cemetery. In front of Lily’s tombstone, I laid down the white roses I carried. “Lily, I’m so sorry.” “I’ll be joining you soon.” I whispered my illness and my impending death. “Rose.” I stiffly turned my head. Liam was standing not far away, also holding a bouquet of white roses. And by his side, intimately linked to his arm, was Chloe.
Liam stepped forward and kicked aside the white roses in front of the grave. “How dare you even show your face here?” His voice was filled with hatred. “Get out! Don’t desecrate my sister’s resting place!” I leaned on the tombstone, slowly rising to my feet, my throat dry and hoarse: “I just wanted to see Lily.” “See her?” Liam laughed as if he’d heard the most absurd joke. “What right do you have to see her?” He suddenly reached out and shoved me violently against a nearby tree. His rough hand clamped tightly around my slender neck. “Why didn’t you save her back then? Why did you let her die such a terrible death alone?!” His eyes bloodshot, he roared each word, as if he wanted to tear me apart. Suffocation instantly enveloped me. Oxygen was slowly withdrawn, the shadow of death loomed, yet I felt a sense of release. I stopped struggling, slowly closing my eyes. Dying by his hand, perhaps that was a form of atonement. Just as my consciousness began to fade, the pressure on my neck suddenly eased. Liam threw me aside, his chest heaving violently. A fleeting, complex mix of pain and struggle flickered in his eyes, too quick to grasp. I leaned on the tree trunk, coughing violently. Chloe walked up delicately, taking Liam’s arm: “Liam, the sun’s so hot here. Let’s go quickly. Don’t waste time on such a malicious person.” The struggle in Liam’s eyes receded, replaced by his usual cold indifference. He gently placed the white roses in front of the grave, not looking at me again. “Oh dear, my foot hurts so much.” Chloe suddenly cried out delicately. Liam immediately knelt in front of her, naturally scooping her onto his back. He carried her steadily down the cemetery steps. Watching that familiar back, my heart felt like it was being repeatedly cut by a knife. I suddenly remembered Liam carrying me like that once before. That time we went to church to pray, the long stone steps made my legs weak. I refused to move, and he smiled helplessly, his eyes full of affection. Then he knelt down and carried me. He walked steadily, whispering in my ear: “Rose, I’ll carry you for life.” Back then, Lily had been teasing us, calling us clingy. His promise still echoed in my ears, but now, another woman was on his back. I silently followed behind them. Liam placed Chloe in the car, then turned to see me, commanding with icy eyes: “Get in.” Seeing me hesitate, he added impatiently: “Every second you stay here, I feel sick.” I numbly got into the car, sitting in the back. Inside, Chloe deliberately pressed her whole body against Liam. She enticed him in a highly provocative tone: “Liam, I want you to…” Liam’s body tensed, his desire easily ignited. He slammed on the brakes, stopping the car at a secluded riverside viewpoint. He turned his head and uttered a single word to me: “Get out.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Get out.” His voice was brutal. I trembled as I pushed open the car door and stepped out. As soon as I was on my feet, the car door was violently slammed shut, then locked. Immediately, the fiery red sports car began to rock violently, rhythmically. At the quiet viewpoint, the woman’s deliberately suppressed, yet seductive moans, and the man’s heavy breathing, clearly penetrated the car windows, tormenting my eardrums with each sound.
Tears streamed down my face, only to be instantly dried by the river wind. I couldn’t help but remember my first time with Liam. Back then, he was so careful, his movements gentle and restrained, afraid of hurting me. The tenderness and love in his eyes almost melted me. But now, less than a few feet away from me, he was indulging in pleasure with another woman, raw and direct. Just to vent primal urges. My heart twisted in agony. I don’t know how much time passed before the car window finally rolled down. Chloe leaned back in the seat, looking languid. Her face flushed with post-coital satisfaction, she signaled that I could get back in. I pulled open the car door, and the heavy scent inside made my stomach churn. “Liam, what if I get pregnant?” Chloe’s voice held a hint of feigned worry. Liam started the car, his tone gentle: “Then we’ll have her. A daughter as lovely as you.” A daughter. Those words were like a bolt from the blue. I remembered, they had once passionately discussed our future children. He said if it was a daughter, she had to be like me. He would spoil her into the happiest little princess in the world. But then he also said that his most cherished princess would always be me, his one and only. Those promises that once made my heart tremble with sweetness now seemed as distant as a past life. Chloe leaned sweetly on his shoulder, playfully saying: “Then we’ll have to keep trying hard when we get back.” Back at the villa, Liam and Chloe no longer held back. Traces of their indulgence were left everywhere: on the living room sofa, in front of the bathroom mirror, on the study carpet. The explicit sounds were incessant, day and night, tormenting me like a curse. Meanwhile, I could only lock myself in my room, repeatedly tormented by the excruciating pain of cancer. Each time the pain struck, I could only bite hard on the corner of the duvet, spitting out blood with a metallic, sweet taste. Inside the room, it was the silence of approaching death. Outside, it was unrestrained revelry. Life and death, at this moment, formed the starkest contrast. I left my room to get water and saw Chloe in an apron, busy in the kitchen. Liam sat at the dining table reading a newspaper, the scene possessing an absurd sense of peaceful domesticity. Chloe saw me: “Sister, come eat with us.” Liam didn’t even look up: “Don’t be difficult.” I was forced to sit at the table, looking at a plate of charred, unidentifiable objects. Liam, however, calmly picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and even dotingly told Chloe: “Delicious.” I remembered the first time I cooked for him. It was just as bad, but he ate every last bit. Then he gently ruffled my hair and said his Rose was the most amazing girl in the world. The bitterness of memory welled up in my throat. I managed to eat one bite of the dish, and my stomach immediately churned. A metallic, sweet taste I could no longer suppress, I rushed into the bathroom, violently vomiting into the sink. The white ceramic instantly stained crimson with dazzling blood. Chloe followed me in. Seeing this, her eyes immediately reddened: “Sister, what do you mean? Do you hate the food I worked so hard to make so much? Are you doing this on purpose for Liam and me?” Liam rushed in when he heard her. His face darkened instantly. He quickly strode forward, pulled Chloe into his embrace, and softly comforted her. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over me like I was a disgusting piece of trash. “Since you hate eating so much,” He began, “Then starve for a few days and reflect properly.” “Security! Lock her in the basement.”
Two security guards stepped forward, grabbed my arms, and roughly dragged me towards the basement. A cold, damp air hit me, mixed with the musty smell of dust. I didn’t even have the strength to struggle. The excruciating stomach pain and the icy cold in my heart brought me to the brink of fainting. I was thrown in without mercy. Liam didn’t look at me once, simply holding a pitifully crying Chloe in his arms and turning to leave. In the darkness, I curled up on the cold ground. For two whole days, I had no water. Hunger and stomach pain tormented me in turns, wearing down my last bit of life force. It wasn’t until the third day, the eve of Chloe’s birthday party, that the basement door was finally opened. Liam had me released, looking down at my pathetic state from above. “Chloe’s birthday party, you’ll organize it personally. If anything goes wrong, you know the consequences.” Like a corpse, I numbly nodded. The birthday party was extremely lavish. The entire villa was dazzling with lights and colors, bustling with guests. After a few rounds of drinks, Chloe, holding a glass, walked seductively towards me. “Sister, it’s my birthday today. Where’s my present?” Undisguised provocation gleamed in her eyes. “I didn’t prepare one.” I replied calmly. Chloe’s gaze fell on my neck, where a beautiful necklace hung. It was the only keepsake my mother had left me. “Then give that to me,” Chloe’s tone was as if it were her right, “I really like it.” I instinctively shielded the necklace on my chest: “Not this one.” “Why not?” Chloe’s eyes immediately reddened. She looked aggrievedly at Liam who had rushed over. “Liam, I just want a birthday present.” Liam’s eyes turned cold. “Give it to her.” He commanded me. “This is all my mother left me…” My voice trembled uncontrollably, pleading one last time. I remembered when my mother died, I cried until I couldn’t breathe. It was Liam who held me tight, promising again and again in my ear that he would always be with me, and would love me well on my mother’s behalf. But now, this very man was about to personally take away my last keepsake of my mother. Liam lost his patience and simply signaled his security guards. “No! Don’t!” I struggled frantically, but was held down tightly by two security guards. I watched helplessly as the thin chain was torn off and fell into Liam’s hand. He personally put it on Chloe, praising her softly: “It suits you well.” He led Chloe back to the center of the party, hand in hand. I collapsed onto the ground, feeling utterly cold. I wanted to leave this suffocating place. As soon as I stood up, I was blocked by Chloe’s friends. They dragged me to a secluded corner, where obscene insults accompanied by a hail of punches and kicks rained down on me. “Shameless hussy, clinging to Mrs. Hayes’s position!” “It’s your honor that Chloe wants something of yours, how dare you refuse?” I curled up on the ground, abandoning all resistance and cries for help. It hurt, it hurt so much. But how could physical pain compare to even a fraction of the agony in my heart? When another kick brutally landed on my abdomen, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and violently turned my head, vomiting a large mouthful of blood. That dazzling crimson instantly terrified the women whose eyes were blazing with fury. Just then, an icy voice rang out above their heads. “What are you doing?!” It was Liam.
Chloe’s friends’ faces turned ghostly pale, and they hastily explained: “Mr. Hayes, it’s not our fault! She started spitting blood herself!” Chloe ran over, preemptively grabbing Liam, who was about to step forward: “Liam, don’t let her trick you! She’s doing this on purpose, faking it with a blood pack, trying to ruin my birthday party!” Liam’s steps faltered. The momentary waver in his eyes quickly vanished. He looked at me, curled up on the ground: “Since she loves acting so much, let her put on a full show.” He turned to the security guards: “Throw her into the backyard pool. Let her sober up properly. Don’t pull her out until sunrise.” That night was early winter; the temperature was already close to freezing. One security guard couldn’t help but remind him: “Mr. Hayes, someone could die.” “If she dies, she dies.” Liam responded indifferently. I was roughly dragged to the backyard by two security guards and thrown into the icy pool. The biting cold instantly enveloped me, suffocation and excruciating stomach pain hitting me simultaneously. I struggled in the freezing water. Through my blurred vision, I saw the boisterous party inside the villa. And Liam and Chloe intimately embracing under the lights. A night passed. When I was pulled out, I was barely clinging to life, with a relentless high fever. I was thrown back into my room, left to fend for myself. In the days that followed, my pain became more frequent, spitting blood was common, and my consciousness often blurred. During one agonizing bout of pain, I hallucinated, as if I was back five years ago, when he still cared for me. I instinctively picked up my phone and dialed that familiar number. Like every time I felt unwell before, my voice was choked and filled with complete dependence: “Liam… I feel so bad…” On the other end of the line, there was a long silence. Just as I thought he wouldn’t respond, Liam’s voice came through the receiver: “What’s wrong?” I snapped back to reality, realizing how ridiculous my actions were. My heart was tightly squeezed. I frantically hung up, buried my head in the duvet, biting my teeth as I silently wept. Finally, I swallowed a handful of painkillers and drifted into a groggy sleep. I don’t know how much time passed before a bucket of cold water was dumped over my head, jolting me awake from my slumber. Chloe stood by the bed, looking down at me: “Sister, I found a man for you. How about you try out another man?” As soon as she finished speaking, a creepy man walked in through the door, approaching the bed with a lecherous grin. My eyes widened in terror, desperately recoiling. Just as the man’s filthy hand was about to touch me, I violently pushed him away. Barefoot, I rushed out of the room, heedless of everything. The moment I burst out of the room, I bumped head-first into a firm chest. I looked up in terror, meeting Liam’s bottomless eyes. My clothes were disheveled, my face streaked with tears, still shaken. Chloe, however, cried and threw herself into Liam’s arms, starting to slander me: “Liam, I can’t believe she was in the room with a strange man, boohoo, how could she do this to you…”
Liam grabbed my slender wrist. He roughly dragged me back into the room, slammed me onto the bed, his tall figure looming over me. “Rose, are you really that desperate?” He demanded, his voice laced with venom. I didn’t want to explain anymore. “Yes! Whose fault is it that you can’t satisfy me? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being so useless!” Those words completely ignited Liam’s fury. He leaned down and bit my lip hard, the heavy taste of blood instantly spreading between our mouths. A metallic, sweet taste in my throat, I turned my head, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. Staining the pristine white bedsheet a horrifying red. That dazzling red patch made Liam pause, his gaze frozen for a moment. But quickly, that flicker of hesitation was replaced by deeper mockery. “Your sins aren’t atoned for yet. Want to die? Not that easy!” He said coldly, “I’ll torment you for life! Until death do us part!” He dragged me, wearing only a thin nightgown, outside the villa, ordering me to kneel in the early winter wind. In the middle of the night, freezing rain began to fall. Rain mixed with tears, soaking me completely. I knelt on the hard gravel path, freezing until my consciousness blurred, eventually losing all sensation. One afternoon, I struggled out of bed to get water, only to hear Chloe’s panicked cries from downstairs. “Liam! What do I do… I… I think I hit someone with my car!” I leaned on the wall, struggling to reach the top of the stairs. I saw Chloe throwing herself into Liam’s arms, trembling with tears. She recounted in terror how she had been drunk driving and hit a pedestrian, who was now critically injured and unconscious, and their family had already called the police. After a brief silence, Liam comforted her: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Liam’s gaze fell on me, standing at the top of the stairs. “You go.” I stared at him in disbelief. Liam’s tone was unquestionable: “You take the fall for Chloe.” Looking at this man who would personally send me to prison, my heart ached to numbness. I remained silent, accepting all this absurdity. I was taken to the detention center, taking the blame for all of Chloe’s crimes. In that dark, damp environment, I spent the longest three days. Repeated fevers, full-body pain, but I said nothing, just quietly waited for my life to ebb away. On the third day, Liam’s assistant picked me up. The assistant looked at my emaciated, almost unrecognizable appearance, a flicker of pity in his eyes. “Mrs. Hayes, Ms. Miller has been diagnosed with severe heart failure, her condition is critical. Mr. Hayes is scouring the world for a suitable heart donor for her. He asks you to behave yourself lately and stop causing trouble.” Heart failure? Needs a heart donor?
There wasn’t a single ripple of emotion on my face, but my hand hanging at my side, clenched uncontrollably. “Take me to the hospital.” My voice was hoarse. The assistant drove the car to Liam Corp.’s private hospital. Outside the ICU on the VIP floor, I looked through the large glass window and saw the scene inside. Liam gripped Chloe’s hand tightly on the hospital bed. “If a suitable donor isn’t found, use mine! Immediately conduct compatibility tests for Chloe and me!” The doctor tried to dissuade him, looking troubled: “Mr. Hayes, your blood type doesn’t match Ms. Miller’s. This won’t work…” “I don’t care!” Liam cut him off, “I said, at all costs! Don’t you understand?!” I just stood there, quietly watching his frantic appearance for another woman. My heart ached so much I couldn’t breathe. I leaned on the cold wall, slowly crouched down, burying my face in my knees, silently weeping. A thought suddenly flashed through my muddled mind. My blood type was the same as Chloe’s. I wiped away my tears, slowly stood up, and walked alone to the attending physician’s office. “Doctor, I’d like to get a compatibility test.” The results came back quickly. Highly compatible, fully meeting donation criteria. Holding that thin report, I stood by the window and suddenly smiled. I decided to use this heart, already scarred and riddled with holes, as the last gift for Liam. And to settle the debt, the life I owed Lily. I signed my name on the Living Organ Donation Consent Form. The next morning, I was woken by voices. Liam was standing by the window on a call. After hanging up, a look of joy appeared between his brows. “The hospital found a living organ donor, surgery is scheduled for next week.” “You stay put, don’t cause me any trouble.”
Liam became busy with Chloe’s surgery. My world fell completely silent. The surgery date was set for Liam’s birthday. This day, which he once cherished above all, now existed only for another woman. On the morning of his birthday, enduring excruciating pain, I personally cooked him a bowl of longevity noodles. It was the last thing I could do for him. As he finished getting dressed, I held up the steaming bowl and called out to him. “Liam, have some noodles.” My voice was very soft, carrying a barely perceptible plea. Liam turned around, filled with impatience. He violently knocked the bowl to the ground. The ceramic bowl shattered, noodles and broth splattered everywhere, a complete mess. “I don’t have time to waste on you.” He said coldly, “Today is a more important day for Chloe than anything else.” With that, he strode away without looking back. I looked at the mess on the floor and slowly smiled. You won’t eat the longevity noodles… Then I’ll just give you your birthday present directly. I returned to my room, changed into a clean white dress, and then took a cab to the hospital. I changed into a surgical gown and lay on the operating table. Through a thin curtain, I could clearly hear the sounds from the next room. I heard Liam gripping Chloe’s hand, comforting her in a gentle voice: “Chloe, don’t be afraid. I’ll wait for you outside until you’re done. Once you’re better, we’ll get married.” This scene suddenly reminded me of many years ago, when I had fibroadenoma removal surgery. He had also waited anxiously outside the door, holding my hand, telling me again and again not to be afraid. A doctor approached me for the final confirmation: “Ms. Rose, are you sure you want to proceed with the living heart transplant? Once it begins, there’s no turning back.” My gaze passed through the gap in the curtain, falling on his tall figure outside. I slowly nodded. “I’m sure.” Cold anesthetic was slowly injected into my veins, and my consciousness began to blur. Memories I had deliberately sealed away flashed uncontrollably in my mind. His clumsy, flustered appearance the first time he prepared warm sugar water for me. His domineering insistence on carrying me back to bed when he found me staying up late to read. His anxiety in a crowded place, holding my hand tightly, afraid I might get lost. The sparkling starlight in his eyes when he proposed to me grandly under a sky full of fireworks. … If there’s a next life… Liam, let’s not meet again. I whispered my last wish in my heart. I shed my last tear, my long, curled eyelashes gently fluttered down, and I completely lost all sound. The heart monitor connected to my body, its screen displaying a flatline, emitted a piercing, sustained beep. On the other side, the operating room light went out. The surgery was successful. Liam breathed a sigh of relief, a long-lost smile finally gracing his face. The attending physician came out and stopped him, asking as a matter of routine: “Mr. Hayes, the donor’s body is next door. Would you like to pay your respects and express your gratitude to the donor?” Liam’s mind was completely filled with Chloe at that moment, but out of basic courtesy and gratitude, he still nodded. He followed the doctor to a solemn room. In the center of the room, a body covered with a white sheet lay there. Liam reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as he pinched a corner of the white sheet, preparing to lift it.
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