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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

"Get out! Take your money and get out! Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a mother. You're only fit to be a whore!"


I bend down, picking up the bills from the ground one by one.


Wait until mommy catches the criminals who kidnapped you, then I'll come and apologize.


"Mommy, save me! Kiddo is so scared! Mommy, save me!"


I open my eyes, and it's that dream again, the one I've been having for five whole years.


Five years ago, my son was kidnapped. When I arrived, he was just sitting there curled up in a chair, covered in explosives, ticking away.


On one side was my son who had just turned 5, on the other was the trust of the organization and the lives of tens of thousands of innocent civilians.


As an undercover agent, I watched helplessly as my own son was blown to pieces.


I clutch my chest tightly and sit up, only to find myself in a dim basement.


Without wasting time, I hurry back to change my clothes and rush to my son's memorial hall.


Today is the anniversary of his death, and it should also be the last time I come to see him.


As I push open the door, the previously quiet memorial hall erupts in hushed discussions.


"Look, isn't that Mr. Blackwood's ex-wife? The one who got her own son killed! What's she doing here?"


"Some people just have thick skin!The betrayal was complete - a dead son, an abandoned husband, and all their money stolen as she ran off with another man! If it weren't for the kind stranger who donated a heart to Mr. Blackwood, he probably wouldn't have made it either!"


"Just look at her, such a shameless face! I heard she's working as a prostitute now. The other day she even did it with Mr. Blackwood in front of a crowd of people, all for $200,000!"


"$200,000? Hah, karma really does come for the wicked! Disgusting!"


A storm of chrysanthemums rained down on me. I didn't dodge, just kept walking forward to place an incense stick for my son.


"Faye, who told you to come here? How dare you show your face to mourn our son?"


Damien strode over, yanking out the incense stick and viciously grinding it into the ground.


He was about to say more, but his gaze stopped at my neck, radiating a cold gleam.


Fallon clearly noticed too, glancing over before curling her lip in a smirk.


"Well well, looks like big sis came straight from work! Still got the marks to prove it!"


"I bet she's not here for her son at all. More like she's here to pick up some men, right?"


"If it's cheap enough, I might give it a try!"


I picked up my phone, only then noticing the ring of red marks on my neck."Faye, do you even have a heart? Today is our son's death anniversary. In five years, this is your first visit, and it's just to find men?"


"Are you really not sad at all? Not even a bit guilty?"


Damien glared at me fiercely, as if demanding an answer.


But he doesn't know that for the past five years, every day and night, I've been stabbed repeatedly by countless sharp knives.


Wanting to die but unable to, wanting to live but can't.


A thousand words, yet not a single one escaped my lips.


Suddenly, the big screen behind us lit up, showing videos of me with several men, where I was being manipulated like a puppet.


Chapter 2