My Husband Took My Daughter's Heart, So I Took His Empire

Aurora's POV

On our sixth anniversary, I had gone to Shawn’s office with an anniversary gift to surprise him.

My husband, Shawn, had been obsessing over a limited edition Lamborghini Revuelto. So I pulled every string, and finally got that car for him. The keys were wrapped in a black velvet box.

In my other hand was a pregnancy test with two pink lines because I wanted to also give him the good news that he was going to be a father again.

A wide smile was on my face as I walked into his office without knocking.

I almost wish I hadn’t, because what I found changed everything.

He was not alone. He was with my best friend, Tiffany.

Tiffany sat on Shawn’s desk like she owned it. Her blouse was open, and her lips were swollen. She dragged her fingers over his shoulder while he stood between her knees, his tie loose and his hand gripping her thigh.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

My best friend.

My husband.

I opened my mouth to scream, but it got stuck in my throat.

For a full moment, I couldn’t move or breathe. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mind wanted to reject it, to pretend it was just a twisted nightmare.

Because it couldn't be true.

Tiffany, who had stood beside me in the delivery room when Jasmine, my daughter, was born. Tiffany, who had been my daughter's godmother.

And now she was sitting here, moaning in my husband's mouth.

The betrayal pierced through me like sharp knives.

My chest tightened. Tears gathered in my eyes, as I stared at the scene before me.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to storm across the room and claw her off him. But my body refused to move. I stood frozen in the doorway, the gifts still in my shaking hands.

Just when I thought it couldn't be worse than this, Shawn’s phone rang.

He groaned in irritation, pulling away from Tiffany’s lips to pick his phone. His hand remained on her thigh as he answered.

“What the hell do you want now?” he snapped into the phone. His voice was sharp and annoyed. “I paid you to keep quiet. Don’t test me.”

Tiffany pouted, running her fingers across his chest.

“I already gave you a huge amount for the transplant,” Shawn hissed. “You know how much I’ve spent to make this disappear.”

The word hit me like a slap. Transplant? What transplant?

My ears rang, but I forced myself to listen.

I couldn't hear the doctor’s reply through the phone, but Shawn’s response was sharp and furious. “I already gave you the money so that you would give the heart to Tiffany, not Jasmine. Jasmine is dead now, so why are you trying to threaten me?”

The ground tilted beneath me. My daughter's heart was given to Tiffany? My best friend? That didn't make sense.

I didn’t understand what I was hearing. I couldn’t process it.

Shawn’s voice was cold as he spat. “Do not call me again, Doctor. If this leaks, I'll ruin you.”

After he disconnected the call, Tiffany smiled softly as she ran her hand over his chest.

“You still can't believe you did all that for me,” she whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear. “You really gave me her heart.”

Shawn pressed a soft kiss to her wrist, his eyes shone with admiration. “I told you, Tiffany. I would do anything for you. Aurora was too stupid to even notice. She signed the transplant papers herself. I told her it was a merger contract, and she didn’t even read the damn thing.”

A sharp gasp escaped me before I could stop it, but the sound was covered by Tiffany's giggles.

My chest caved in, my knees threatening to buckle as his words echoed.

Two months ago, a heart became available. It was a miracle because our daughter, Jasmine, had been on the transplant list for three years. But finally, after all the pain, the prayers, the sleepless nights beside her hospital bed, there was hope.

I remember the day that the hospital had called us to come.

“We have a perfect match, Mrs. Carter,” the doctor had informed us with a warm smile on her face.

I had dropped to my knees that day, sobbing with joy at that news, because finally, my baby girl was going to live.

Two days later, Jasmine died in surgery.

Shawn told me that there were complications. He blamed the hospital, and I believed him.

But he killed our daughter for Tiffany, and he used my signature to authorize it.

Tiffany had a minor congenital heart defect, something drugs could fix.

Shawn had used my signature to give our daughter’s heart to Tiffany, someone who didn’t even need it.

It was probably why she wasn't around for Jasmine's funeral.

My best friend. My husband's mistress. Jasmine’s godmother and murderer.

I trusted her with my life. She let me sob in her arms while my baby’s heart was beating inside her chest.