My Wife Donate My Heart To Her First Love

Six years after my death, my wife wanted me to donate my heart for her first love.

To force me to appear, she broke my father's leg, falsely accused my mother of theft, causing her to lose her livelihood.

She even threatened to disfigure my sister's face, which closely resembled mine, with a bottle of acid.

Just as she was waiting for me to kowtow and beg for mercy, agreeing to the surgery.

The doctor who had once operated on me found her with my medical records:

"Mr. Channing only had one heart, and it was donated to you six years ago."