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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

The person whose name was called felt her body gradually go limp, slowly collapsing into the pool of blood.


Alec hadn't expected her to risk her life to stop his actions. His expression was complex for a moment, and it was impossible to tell if he was crying or laughing:


"You love him so much that you'd even give your life to protect his family..."


"I've loved you for so long, but you've never done anything like this for me."


"Krista, you've really done right by me!"


Alec was laughing one second, and the next, before security could arrive, he plunged the knife into his own chest.


It happened so quickly that it caught everyone off guard.


And his eyes, until the moment of death, were fixed in Krista's direction.


While pacing outside the operating room, I thought I heard Krista's voice.


I couldn't see her, but I could hear her soft crying.


She seemed happy to see me again. It took me a while to realize it was her on the brink of death.


Chapter 11