Chapter 2

The moment my soul left my body, the unbearable pain finally subsided.

I floated above, watching the smoking wreckage of my car in the pouring rain. The driver's side was severely crushed from the impact. The person in the seat was unrecognizable, their bones completely shattered.

Today was supposed to be Lily and my fifth wedding anniversary. It was also the hundredth time she had brought up divorce.

In the past, I always avoided the topic to maintain our fragile relationship.

But this time, I agreed to the divorce.

Our relationship hadn't been good these five years, but we still spent day and night together for so long.

Until a month ago, when Jack, the man Lily loved but couldn't be with, returned to the country due to illness.

After that, Lily never came home. She stayed at the hospital caring for him tirelessly.

Everyone knew she had only married me back then to spite Jack.

But I had loved her secretly for years. So even knowing this cruel truth, I still cherished Lily.

My thoughts returned to the present.

I watched as the ambulance took away my mangled body. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow.

Lily worked at this hospital. For years, she had been a renowned cardiologist.

But as the spouse of a top doctor, I couldn't even go to her for minor ailments. On our wedding day, Lily had coldly told me: "I don't want to see you at my workplace. And don't bother me over small things."

So even when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, I never got the chance to tell her.

Tears streamed down my face as a dull ache filled my chest.

My bloodied corpse wasn't taken to the morgue. Instead, it was brought to the operating room on the fifth floor.

Just then, the OR doors opened. Two people walked in one after another.

"Jack, it's illegal to take the heart without the family's consent..."

I recognized the person speaking - it was Tom, Lily's intern. I had often brought Lily meals at work, and this guy had eaten plenty of them.

Jack scoffed and walked over to my cold body with his arms crossed. He looked down at me with disdain, unable to hide his disgust as he quickly turned away.

"I've waited so long to finally match with a donor. How could I let this chance slip away?"

He turned to Tom coldly: "Call Lily back."

"I want her to personally remove the heart and perform my surgery."

Tom hesitated, looking at Jack with uncertainty. He started to speak several times but stopped himself.

Jack wasn't in a hurry. He took out a card from his bag and handed it to Tom.

"There's $50,000 on this card. This stays between us."

"Even if the family comes looking later, I have ways to deal with it."

Tempted by the money and Jack's assurances, Tom finally took the card and called Lily.

After some mechanical ringing, Lily's voice filled the operating room.

"What is it?"

Tom paused, glancing at Jack before slowly replying:

"Dr. Lu, we found a matching heart donor for Mr. Song."

"The body is in the OR. Please come back quickly."

Hearing this, Lily's usually indifferent tone became ecstatic, as if she had won the lottery.

"Really?! I'll be right there!"

"Jack won't have to worry about this anymore..."

Her excited voice felt like daggers stabbing into my heart. I looked at my corpse on the operating table through tear-filled eyes.

If Lily knew it was me who died, would she still be so happy?

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