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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

Lucas Ryan sat quietly for a long time before finally standing up. He casually picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor and made his way to the bathroom.


I followed him, confused by his actions.


Inside the bathroom, he calmly turned on the faucet and began filling the tub with water. Once it was full, he stepped in, fully clothed, and lay back against the edge.


Then, without hesitation, he raised the shard of glass and slashed it across his wrist.


Bright red blood immediately spilled into the water, swirling and staining it. Yet, Lucas's face showed no pain—none at all.


Instead, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back with the faintest trace of a smile on his lips.


"Claire," he whispered, his voice soft and almost content, "since you won't come to see me, I'll come to you."


The crimson blood mixed with the water, wrapping around him like a shroud. His face grew paler by the second, his life slowly draining away.


Chapter 9