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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

In the days that followed, Damien remained constantly by Fallon's side, with fresh flowers adorning her bedside table every day.


My bedside, on the other hand, was filled with various white wreaths.


I opened my phone to find it flooded with a torrent of abuse.


[That woman who colluded with kidnappers and harmed others is staying in this hospital. Everyone, hurry and send wreaths. Someone like her should have died sooner!]


[What? She's in the hospital? How hasn't she been arrested yet? Shouldn't she be in jail?]


[Latest news: She caused her ex-husband's other child to die too. Who knows if it's because of her bad luck or if she did it on purpose!]


[Damien is truly unfortunate to have married such a menace!]


It seems the events of that day had been spread around.


These past few days, doctors have visited me many times, saying my heart won't last much longer and that I should make preparations.


Chapter 7