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Everyone knew that Lucas Ryan only married me out of spite because he couldn't have the one he truly loved.
For five years of marriage, he was the perfect husband in public—a renowned cardiologist adored by many. But behind closed doors, he was cold, distant, and had asked for a divorce more times than I could count.
Then his first love, Evelyn Snow, returned to the country due to illness. Lucas devoted himself to her care, never leaving her side. He even warned me repeatedly: "Eve's heart condition is delicate. If you dare show up and stress her out, we're done for good."
Finally, during his hundredth demand for a divorce, I agreed.
What Lucas 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 were lost in an instant.
Lucas didn't get the divorce papers that day, but he did get the news that Evelyn 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.
It wasn't until later that he remembered our divorce—but by then, my phone would never ring again.

My Husband Gave My Heart to His First Love

I followed quietly behind them, watching everything unfold with a detached calm.


I couldn't quite understand why Lucas 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.


Lucas 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.


Mason, who had caught up with him, hesitated for a long moment, glancing at Lucas several times before finally pointing to one of the drawers in the middle row.


"Dr. Ryan... Claire's... Claire's body is in here."


I floated silently beside Lucas, 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.


Chapter 6