Last Call Before They Took My Heart

When I was being mutilated by illegal organ traffickers, my husband was in the hospital, gently wiping down his childhood sweetheart’s body.

Right before I died, I dialed his number with my blood-covered hand.

The call went through, but he only let out a cold sneer.

"Finally ready to admit you're wrong?!"

"Just admit it, Clara! Your petty jealousy triggered Chloe's heart attack! I am so sick of your constant tantrums. Unless you die, I will never forgive you!"

The next second, he hung up.

In pure despair, I closed my eyes forever.