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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

"Why should I have to work under you for so long, love you for so long, only to watch you marry another man in the end? Just because he saved you?"


"Krista, wake up! Edgar isn't better than me in any way, and his family will only be a burden! I'm the one who loves you most and is most worthy of you!"


Alec's expression was nearly manic as he proclaimed his love for Krista with bloodshot eyes and a hoarse voice.


But the woman before him remained cold and unmoved.


"You don't get to decide who's worthy or not."


"As Edgar once told me, I've realized that no matter how many years pass, I could never love you."


"My feelings for you were only about repaying a debt of gratitude from the past. Why else do you think I've dragged this on so long without marrying you?"


"But since even those past events were fake, I don't need to keep up this act with you anymore. You're on your own now."


Perhaps everything comes full circle in the end.


Chapter 8