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My ex-husband was drugged by his enemies, but he pushed away his fiancée and grabbed me as the antidote.
After three days and three nights, Damien left coldly, kicking me away as I trembled all over.
"Still lingering in bed? Get lost!"
"What? Not enough? Or did you think I forgave you?"
"Faye, I just got used to it. After all, you're tough. Fallon is delicate, she can't handle this stuff."
I silently cleaned myself, just as I picked up my clothes from the floor ready to leave, he called his men in.
"Wait!"
"Bring the medicine! Just in case she tries to have my baby again!"
The shrapnel in my heart burrowed deeper, I trembled all over, but still swallowed back the metallic taste in my mouth.
It's a good thing he doesn't know that five years ago, his heart full of shrapnel was switched into my body.
And the heart beating inside him is mine.

Heart Pierced By Shattered Shrapnel

"Never forget to take care of yourself while you're away. Couples argue all the time, it's normal. Just try to be understanding with each other."


"Damien's a good kid, he treats you well. I remember when he came to ask for your hand in marriage - now that was quite the spectacle, something most people never get to see in their lifetime."


Back then, when Damien first visited my home, he set off fireworks for three days and nights on our little island. Under that dazzling sky, he personally slipped the ring on my finger, promising me a lifetime together.


"Faye, marry me! Let me take care of you for the rest of our lives!"


I gazed into his eyes, sparkling like stars, and nestled gently in his arms. His embrace was so incredibly warm.


My phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. But I recognized the people in the photo - it was Damien and Fallon, embracing as they watched fireworks together.


Chapter 8