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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

The next morning, Lucas Ryan seemed like a completely different person. He appeared at the hospital, clean-shaven and neatly dressed, a stark contrast to the broken man he'd been just the day before.


No one dared to question him about the days he'd been absent from work. But as soon as he arrived, Evelyn Snow, her eyes red and puffy, blocked his path in the hallway.


"Lucas! Why have you been avoiding me?"


He barely glanced at her before stepping into the elevator and heading to the basement.


By the end of the day, Lucas had claimed my body under the title of "husband" and arranged for me to be buried in a quiet cemetery on the south side of the city.


The day of the funeral, it rained heavily—just as it had on the day I died.


I stood there in the downpour, watching Lucas kneeling in front of my grave. His entire body was soaked, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on the black-and-white photo etched into my tombstone.


Chapter 10