He demanded a divorce for the hundredth time, and I finally agreed. On the way to sign the papers, I died in a car crash with his unborn child still inside me. While my body lay on the operating table, Adrian returned to the hospital in excitement—ready to cut out the heart of the “anonymous donor” that would save the woman he truly loved. He never knew the heart he transplanted into Eve Snow was mine. During his hundredth demand for a divorce, I agreed. What Adrian didn’t know, however, was that I was already carrying his child. On the way to the courthouse to finalize the divorce, I was in a car accident. Both my life and my unborn child’s were lost in an instant. Adrian didn’t get the divorce papers that day, but he did get the news that Eve had found a perfect heart donor match. Excited, he rushed back to the hospital and performed the surgery himself, taking the heart from my lifeless body and placing it into hers. The pain finally disappeared the moment my soul left my body. I hovered above the scene, staring at the mangled car smoking in the rain. The driver’s seat was crushed beyond recognition, and the body slumped inside was twisted and broken in every way imaginable. Today was supposed to mark our fifth wedding anniversary. Ironically, it was also the day Adrian asked for a divorce for the hundredth time. Over the years, I had tried to ignore the cracks in our fragile relationship, hoping that somehow, we’d make it work. But this time, I finally agreed to let go. Five years is a long time, even if most of it was marked by distance and tension. Regardless of how things were, we’d spent a significant part of our lives together. But everything changed a month ago when Eve returned from abroad, her health deteriorating. From that moment on, Adrian never came home. He stayed at the hospital, tirelessly caring for her. Everyone knew he had married me out of anger and heartbreak after Eve rejected him. But I had loved him for years, long before he even knew my name. So, even when I found out the truth, I stayed. Loving him was as natural as breathing, no matter how much it hurt. My thoughts returned to the present as I watched the ambulance from St. Mercy’s Hospital load my broken body into the back. I followed instinctively. Adrian worked at St. Mercy’s, where he was a legendary cardiologist. Patients and staff worshipped him. Yet, as his wife, I couldn’t even go to him for a cold. On our wedding day, he had made it clear: “I don’t want to see you at my workplace.” “And don’t bother me over trivial things.” That’s why I never told him I was pregnant. As I floated above the ambulance, my hand drifted to my stomach. The life I had carried, the one I had dreamed of for years, was gone now—just like me. Tears streamed down my face, silent and endless, as an ache settled deep in my chest. That child was supposed to be my miracle, my hope after five long years. My body wasn’t taken to the morgue. Instead, it was wheeled into the operating room on the fifth floor. The door to the operating room opened, and two figures stepped inside. “Dr. Ryan, this isn’t legal without the family’s consent…” The voice belonged to Noah, Adrian’s protégé. I knew him well; over the years, he had eaten countless meals I’d brought for Adrian. Eve scoffed and crossed her arms as she walked toward my lifeless body. She glanced at me before quickly turning her head, unable to hide the disgust in her eyes. “I’ve waited far too long for a compatible heart. I’m not about to let this opportunity slip away,” she said coldly. Then, without hesitation, she turned to Noah. “Call Adrian. Tell him to come back and perform the surgery himself.” Noah hesitated, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He opened his mouth as if to protest but said nothing. Eve pulled out a card from her purse and handed it to him. “There’s fifty grand on this card. This stays between us. No one has to know.” Noah stared at the card, torn between guilt and greed. Finally, after a long pause, he took it and dialed Adrian. The phone rang a few times before Adrian’s voice filled the room. “What is it?” he asked, sounding impatient. Noah glanced at Eve before answering softly. “Dr. Ryan, we found a suitable donor for Eve. The body is in the operating room. You should come back.” The indifference in Adrian’s voice evaporated, replaced by palpable excitement. “Are you serious?! I’ll be there right away!” “Eve won’t have to worry about this anymore…” His voice was jubilant, overflowing with relief and joy. Each word felt like a dagger to my chest. My tears blurred everything as I looked at the operating table where my body lay. If Adrian knew it was my heart he was about to take, would he still sound so happy?
It didn’t even take thirty minutes for Adrian Ryan to return to the hospital. Out of breath, he rushed down the hallway and pulled Eve Snow into his arms. His voice was filled with relief and joy as he said, “Eve, you’re finally going to be okay.” Hearing this, Eve’s eyes welled up with tears, and she leaned into his chest, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Adrian, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even want this heart… I’d rather give up.” Adrian tightened his embrace, gently placing a kiss on her forehead. His voice was full of unwavering promise: “Don’t worry. I’ll divorce Mia soon.” “I only married her because I was angry with you.” Even though this was something everyone seemed to know, hearing it from Adrian’s own lips still sent a sharp pain through my heart. So, this was how deeply he loved Eve Snow. So, even after five years, I hadn’t been able to melt the ice around his heart. The ache in my chest deepened as Adrian comforted Eve, telling her to prepare for surgery. He then walked into the operating room with Noah to scrub in. Performing a heart transplant was nothing more than routine for Adrian. It was the kind of procedure he could do with his eyes closed. But when he saw the bloodied body lying on the operating table, he couldn’t help but frown. “Noah, why wasn’t this cleaned up before it was brought in?” he asked, his tone sharp. Noah hesitated, his nervous gaze avoiding Adrian’s. He stammered, “Dr. Ryan, Eve’s match is so rare… And, well… keeping the heart fresh was the priority.” Adrian didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took the scalpel from Noah’s hand and prepared to begin. But just as he was about to make the first incision, he paused. I followed his gaze and realized he was staring at my left hand. There, on my ring finger, was the diamond wedding ring I had designed myself. The blood that covered it only made it more striking. I had even made Adrian a matching band for our wedding, but he had hated it. On the day of our marriage, he locked it away in a drawer and never wore it again. “What’s wrong, Dr. Ryan?” Noah asked, confused by his hesitation. Adrian shook his head but spoke with a faint trace of regret in his voice. “She was unlucky. Her husband must be devastated.” As he said this, he made the incision, opening up my chest. Noah stood beside him, passing him tools as needed. At one point, he added, “And… after running the tests, we found out she was two months pregnant.” “Really tragic when you think about it.” This time, Adrian didn’t reply. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, like an invisible weight pressing down on everyone. I watched him from a distance, memories flooding back. Last winter, I fell terribly ill. My fever was so high that I couldn’t even get out of bed. Adrian was home that night, but he barely noticed. He was too busy working on a paper for some medical journal. I spent the entire night shivering and burning up, too weak to call for help. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the doctors said I had narrowly escaped death. When I finally woke up, the first thing Adrian did was scold me. “You’re an adult. If you’re feeling this bad, why didn’t you say something?!” His eyes were cold, filled with anger. “Or was this your way of getting my attention?” I didn’t have the strength to argue with him. I wanted to remind him that he had always told me not to bother him, even if I was sick. I had been nothing but obedient, so why was he still angry? Now, standing in this operating room, I couldn’t help but wonder: How could Adrian show compassion for a stranger but be so heartless toward me, the woman who had been by his side for five years?
The heart was successfully transplanted. Six hours later, it beat again—this time inside Eve Snow’s body. The moment Adrian Ryan stepped out of the operating room, he went straight to Eve’s recovery ward. He stood by her bedside, watching her sleep peacefully. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. Once he was sure Eve was stable, Adrian returned to his office. He sank into his chair and pulled out his phone, only to find the screen blank—no messages, no missed calls. It was strange. I used to text him endlessly every single day, sharing every mundane detail of my life—what I ate, what I was working on, how my day went. But Adrian never responded. Not once. He stared at his phone for a few moments, then opened his contacts. His thumb hovered over my name before he hesitated, but eventually, he made the call. The line rang and rang, the mechanical tone echoing in the silence, until it automatically disconnected. On the other end, there was no one to pick up. Frustrated, Adrian put the phone down, opened our old chat thread, and recorded two voice messages, his irritation unmistakable: “Mia, you already agreed to the divorce. Whether you answer your phone or not won’t change my decision.” “And don’t think playing hard to get will make me reconsider.” I watched him angrily send the messages, a faint smile tugging at my lips. It was bitter and hollow. “Adrian Ryan,” I murmured softly, “if you hated me this much, why did you marry me in the first place?” But it didn’t matter anymore. The wife he despised had died in today’s storm. He wouldn’t have to deal with me ever again. For the first time, Adrian’s messages disappeared into the void, unanswered. I faded from his world, quietly and without a trace. And yet, he didn’t look for me. He assumed I was being difficult, hiding away because I didn’t want the divorce. He was so certain of it that he didn’t bother to question my absence. Meanwhile, my body lay unclaimed in the hospital morgue. It wasn’t surprising. After all, I was an orphan. Growing up in a group home, I had no family to call my own. My only real accomplishment in life was earning a spot at one of the country’s top design schools. And, of course, marrying Adrian Ryan. Back in college, Adrian wasn’t just the star of the medical school—he was the star. Top of his class, impossibly handsome, and untouchable, he was the dream of every girl on campus. Even at my school across town, everyone had heard about the perfect love story between Adrian Ryan and Eve Snow. The first time I saw him was at a joint event between our universities. He stood tall in the crowd, dressed in a custom-tailored suit that screamed wealth and elegance. He spoke with effortless charm, surrounded by people who seemed magnetically drawn to him. His presence was so dazzling, it was almost blinding. That night, I was cornered by a drunken guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. Adrian was the one who stepped in, pulling me out of the situation. My quiet, reserved heart raced for the first time. But I knew better. Adrian Ryan was a world apart from me. He was untouchable, and besides, he already had Eve. So I buried my feelings deep inside, content to admire him from a distance. It was a foolish dream, I thought. People like me—those who clawed their way out of the dirt—had no business reaching for stars like him. I thought that would be the first and last time our paths crossed. But fate had other plans. Adrian and Eve eventually broke up. I wasn’t sure why, and it wasn’t my place to ask. One sunny afternoon, I happened to be delivering custom cufflinks to one of Adrian’s friends. Adrian was there, standing by the window, bathed in golden light. He looked up at me, his gaze calm and detached, and asked a question that would change everything: “Do you want to marry me?”
“Mia still isn’t answering her phone?” In the hospital room, Eve Snow’s pale face grew even more ashen. Her eyes reddened, and tears spilled over as she looked at Adrian Ryan, her voice trembling. “Adrian, in the five years you were married to her… did you really never feel anything for her? Not even once?” Her voice cracked as she continued, her emotions unraveling. “Is she really missing, or are you lying to me? Was this all a trick because… you never actually wanted to marry me? Because you never forgave me for leaving you back then?” By the time she finished, Eve burst into heart-wrenching sobs. I stood by the window, quietly leaning against the frame, watching them. My emotions had oddly settled over the past few days. I wasn’t even angry anymore. I had expected this. I guessed Adrian would pull her into his arms, soothing her like he always did. And sure enough, a second later, he frowned, stood, and wrapped the trembling Eve in a comforting embrace. See? I guessed right. “Mia agreed to the divorce,” he said calmly, patting Eve’s back as if to reassure her. “I don’t know why she suddenly disappeared, but don’t worry. I’ll go through with the divorce.” “And then I’ll marry you.” Just as those words left his mouth, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Before Adrian could react, two uniformed police officers walked into the room. Adrian froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Officers, is there a problem?” Before the police could respond, the door burst open again. Noah stumbled in, panting heavily, his face pale as he stammered, “Dr. Ryan… C-Mia… Mia is dead.” The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Adrian stared at Noah, his expression blank as if he hadn’t heard correctly. “What did you just say? Who’s dead?” One of the officers stepped forward, sighing deeply as he pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and handed it to Adrian, a video already playing. “We’re here to inform you officially, Mr. Ryan,” the officer said gravely. “A week ago, your wife, Mia, was in a car accident. Her car collided with a bus on the highway.” “The crash was devastating. She died at the scene.” “To ensure accountability, her body was taken to your hospital. But no one ever came to claim it…” Adrian’s hands trembled as he held the phone, his eyes glued to the screen. The video showed the scene of the accident—twisted metal, shattered glass, and blood. For the first time, I saw something on his face I had never seen before: shock. The room fell silent. The kind of silence so heavy it felt like the air itself had stopped moving. You could hear a pin drop. Noah broke the stillness, stepping closer to Adrian. His hand pressed down on Adrian’s shoulder as if steadying him. “Dr. Ryan,” Noah said softly, his voice filled with guilt, “the body you operated on last week… that was Mia.” “She was pregnant. Two months along.” “And now…” Noah hesitated, his voice cracking, “her body is still in the morgue.” A sharp thud broke the silence as Adrian’s phone slipped from his hand, hitting the floor. His pupils dilated, his face a mask of disbelief as he stared at Noah. “You’re telling me… that person was Mia?” Noah didn’t respond this time. His eyes were red, his expression conflicted. I could tell he didn’t know what to say. After all, it was him and Eve who had taken my heart without anyone’s consent. And to think, I used to be kind to Noah. Adrian didn’t wait for an answer. He bolted out of the room like a man possessed. Noah snapped out of his daze and rushed after him, leaving Eve frozen in place, her face filled with confusion and panic. The elevator was stuck on the top floor, refusing to come down. In his desperation, Adrian took the stairs, racing down from the sixteenth floor. His pace was reckless, and he missed a step, tumbling down the staircase. “Dr. Ryan!” Noah shouted, running to help him. Adrian shoved him away, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. He staggered to his feet, ignoring the injury, and continued his mad dash to the basement morgue.
I followed quietly behind them, watching everything unfold with a detached calm. I couldn’t quite understand why Adrian Ryan seemed so shaken after hearing the news of my death. Was he thrilled that his nagging wife was finally gone? Maybe his excitement was just overwhelming him. Adrian stopped abruptly in front of the morgue doors. His earlier frenzy disappeared, replaced by an eerie calm. He took slow, deliberate steps toward the rows of cold metal drawers and came to a halt. Noah, who had caught up with him, hesitated for a long moment, glancing at Adrian several times before finally pointing to one of the drawers in the middle row. “Dr. Ryan… Mia’s… Mia’s body is in here.” I floated silently beside Adrian, watching him lower his gaze to the drawer handle. His hand shook violently as he reached for it, fingers trembling against the cold steel. But he didn’t pull it open right away. He just stood there, staring, unmoving. I looked at his pale, bloodless face and couldn’t help but mutter sarcastically, “What’s wrong, Adrian? Are you so happy I died that you’re too overwhelmed to react?” After all, with me gone, he wouldn’t have to deal with my “annoying” presence anymore. Nothing stood in the way of him and Eve Snow now. True love conquers all, right? The thought made me want to scream. “Adrian Ryan! I was your wife for five years. You weren’t with Eve for even half that long!” “If you don’t shed at least one fake tear when you see me, I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” I yelled at him, as loudly as I could, but of course, he couldn’t hear me. With a soft click, the drawer slid open. A wave of cold mist escaped, revealing the broken, mangled body that had once been mine. Even Noah couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. Adrian seemed to lose all strength. He dropped to his knees, staring at my disfigured body. His entire frame began trembling uncontrollably, and then, like a dam breaking, tears streamed down his face in torrents. I froze, stunned. Was this… real? Was this the same Adrian Ryan I had known? Or was this some kind of ridiculous performance? Was he putting on a show, even now, to maintain his image as the “tragic, devoted husband”? Before I could make sense of it, Adrian reached out a trembling hand toward my head, but he stopped just inches away, unable to go any further. I sighed softly as I looked at him. It made sense. My skull had been shattered in the accident, and even though it had been pieced back together, the surface was uneven and grotesque. I couldn’t blame him for hesitating. But then, out of nowhere, his anguished scream shattered the silence of the morgue. “Mia!!!” Adrian shouted my name and lunged forward, wrapping my corpse in his arms. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he sobbed over and over, his voice breaking with every word. For a moment, I didn’t know how to react. My chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “What an actor,” I muttered bitterly to myself. “How did I never realize he was this good at pretending?” Noah, visibly alarmed, crouched down and grabbed Adrian, trying to pry him away. “Dr. Ryan! Stop! Mia’s body took hours to repair—please don’t touch her!” It took all of Noah’s strength to pull Adrian away. But as expected, the moment Adrian let go, my body—barely held together—fell apart. Adrian froze, staring at the disassembled remains in the drawer. His tear-filled eyes were wide with disbelief as he whispered, “This isn’t real… This can’t be real.” “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” His voice cracked, filled with desperation. “Mia, I know you love playing these little tricks to get my attention. But this… this isn’t funny.” “Get up.” His voice rose into a plea. “Mia, get up!” Adrian’s sobs grew louder, his entire body trembling as he clung to Noah, gripping his shirt like a lifeline. It looked like he might pass out at any second. Noah’s own eyes were red with unshed tears, but he managed to keep his composure. “Dr. Ryan… Mia is gone,” Noah said softly but firmly. “She’s… she’s dead.” “No!” Adrian roared, shoving Noah away with surprising strength. “She loved me. She wouldn’t leave me like this!” “She can’t be dead… This is just a nightmare. It has to be.” He collapsed to his knees in front of my drawer, his movements slow and reverent as he reached for my left hand. He grasped it gently, clutching it in both of his trembling hands. “Mia,” he whispered, his voice raw, “please wake up.” “I won’t bring up divorce again. I swear, we’ll fix everything. We’ll start over.” “Please… I’m begging you…”
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