ManyWriters

In the third year of my marriage to Emerson.
I discovered a modified organ donation agreement hidden in a secret compartment of the study.
The name of the recipient had been changed from my mother's to Melody's.
Years ago, when my mother was on the brink of death from heart disease, we had finally found a matching donor.
But seconds before the surgery, we were told the donation was canceled.
My mother passed away in the end, and it was Emerson who helped me through the devastating grief.
Melody, Emerson's half-sister.
"Dear Melody, I've finally found a suitable heart for you, even though I had to steal it from someone else. But I'd do anything, even compromise my conscience, if it means keeping you alive."
"I'll marry Zoran and spend the rest of my life atoning for this. You don't need to feel guilty, just live happily."
"Dear Melody, it's been three years since I married Zoran, but I still love you."
999 letters were stored with the agreement, each word brimming with Emerson's unspoken love.
It turns out, the marriage I was so proud of was nothing but a complete sham.And so, I agreed to the hospital's overseas assignment.

My Husband Stole My Mother's Heart for His First Love

Emerson suddenly gripped his phone tightly, his breathing becoming rapid.


His mind flashed through every subtle, unusual behavior I had shown these past few days—my coldness, my silence, my aloofness, even that divorce agreement.


"It can't be, she's just angry," he reassured himself in a low voice.


Emerson held his phone, dialing my number over and over again.


Each time the call went through, there was only a mechanical female voice prompting: "The number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later."


"Powered off?" he murmured, his heart growing increasingly anxious, but he desperately needed to confirm something.


Emerson opened WhatsApp, only to find that my profile picture had turned gray.


He switched to other social media platforms, trying to search, but was met with "User does not exist" notifications.


"Bro, what's wrong?" Melody furrowed her brow slightly as she saw his distressed state.


Chapter 5