Chapter 1

The day Felicity received the World's Wealthiest Philanthropist Award.

I was given a death sentence by the doctor because I couldn't afford another artificial heart replacement.

On TV, the host asked Felicity to call the person she regretted most.

Without hesitation, she dialed my number.

I answered the phone, listening to Felicity ask me:

"Do you regret leaving me for money back then?"

Looking at the enormous bill for replacing the artificial heart, I chuckled softly:

"Felicity, you're so rich now. Could you lend me two hundred grand?"

The phone hung up abruptly, and I watched Felicity on TV coldly say:

"Now I have no regrets."

She didn't know that back then, when her heart was failing,

I secretly switched my heart to her, without telling her.

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After the livestream ended, I immediately received a transfer of $200,000 from Felicity.

I was stunned for a moment, my feelings mixed.

Using this money to pay the medical bills, I suddenly heard a familiar voice outside the hospital room.

Through the crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of Felicity.

Seven years had passed, yet time seemed to have left no trace on her.

She was still as radiant and captivating as ever.

The only thing that had changed was the person by her side - it was no longer me.

The awards ceremony had just ended, and she hadn't even had time to change her clothes before rushing to the hospital.

It was because her young boyfriend was experiencing some stomach pain.

I watched as she lovingly cradled Dashiell's head in her arms.

I lowered my head, intending to pretend I hadn't seen them and quietly close the door.

Felicity suddenly yanked the door open.

Startled, I abruptly looked up, our eyes meeting.

Felicity's gaze swept over my body with an icy chill.

"Long time no see. You... not going to say hello?"

I looked at her, my lips parting slightly, a thousand words in my heart condensing into:

"Felicity, can you lend me another $300,000?"

Felicity was taken aback for a moment, her cold gaze igniting with a hint of anger.She grabbed my hand:

"After seven years apart, is this all you have to say to me!?"

The dense cluster of needle marks on my wrist sent waves of dull pain through my arm.

I took a deep breath and said softly:

"Ms. Kerpan is so wealthy, I was afraid Mr. Langdon might misunderstand if I didn't ask to borrow money."

Felicity looked taken aback, a flicker of complexity passing through her eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, Dashiell grabbed her hand:

"Darling, is this your ex-husband?"

Dashiell looked at me and spoke in a somewhat pitying tone:

"What can three hundred grand even buy these days? Felicity spends half a million on just one suit for me!"

"It's a shame Mr. Stratton didn't know how to cherish her. If you hadn't so callously abandoned Felicity, how would I have ever met her?"

I remained silent, my thoughts drifting to the past.

Felicity and I met in college, fell in love, and spent five years together.

Back then, she wasn't yet a billionaire entrepreneur.

And my health wasn't as poor as it is now.

We were two orphaned, penniless students who found in each other the person we cared about most in the world.

We worked hard to build a little family of our own.Just as our business was starting to take off, Felicity was diagnosed with a serious heart condition.

The treatment and transplant surgery required a substantial amount of money,

We spent all our savings that we had set aside for our startup.

To raise funds for medical expenses,

I worked several part-time jobs each day, ate only one meal a day, and stretched every dollar as far as it could go.

I worked tirelessly, just to save up meager amounts for medication.

We even switched to the cheapest generic drugs for her treatment.

But still, we couldn't find a suitable heart.

As I watched Felicity grow thinner day by day, seeing her wither away, I was on the brink of despair.

That's when the doctor found me and told me they had found a match.

The person whose heart was compatible with Felicity's was me.