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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

She suddenly seemed to understand the feeling her parents had experienced in front of her - that sensation of being utterly speechless.


Krista's tears fell freely as she quickly left amid repeated apologies, terrified of causing anyone else discomfort.


Little did she know that her mother, watching her leave with such a hurt expression, also let out a soft sigh.


I think even a mother can't be one hundred percent heartless.


When Krista married into our family, both she and my father genuinely liked this daughter-in-law from the bottom of their hearts.


So much so that later, when they learned I was going to donate my heart to her, she only cried about how my life was ending at such a young age, without raising a single objection to the matter.


It's just that the things Krista has done make it impossible for my mother to forgive her, and she doesn't have the right to forgive on behalf of anyone else.


Chapter 10