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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."

My Wife Donate My Heart To Her First Love

"Our family doesn't have a place for someone like you! Don't show up again, we don't want to see you!"


Mother's attitude was resolute, no matter how Krista begged, there was no room for negotiation. She wasn't even allowed to stay and wait for Meadow's surgery to end.


Krista had no choice but to leave first. Before departing, she instructed the hospital director to replace all equipment and medication with the best available, stating she would cover all expenses.


Watching her reluctant and regretful gaze, I couldn't understand. Why be so harsh without listening to explanations at first, only to regret it deeply after learning the truth?


Not long after Krista left, Meadow was wheeled out of the operating room.


The doctor hesitated, then briefly explained Meadow's condition:


"The patient is now out of life-threatening danger, but her face is severely burned. Even with skin grafts, it won't be completely unnoticeable. There will still be a very obvious scar."


Chapter 9