Back then, Zackary had long been unable to wait for a suitable heart. He was losing weight day by day, and the time he was awake was getting shorter and shorter.
The emergence of the artificial heart made me ecstatic, even though the technology was not yet mature. Only a small number of people got transplanted with artificial hearts, and the side effects were unknown.
I had no choice but to sign the implantation agreement.
I gave my heart to him and implanted an artificial heart that would last five years.
The cheapest mechanical heart cost thousands of dollars.
Since then, I had vomited blood from time to time. I couldn't breathe when I walked a few more steps, and my body was inexplicably weak and cold.
But for me, it was already the best deal.
Now, artificial heart technology had matured and was now able to operate more efficiently in the human body.
But I could no longer afford the surgery.
During those five years, I suffered a lot.
On the verge of dying, I could still see him once, and feel the beating of his heart, I had no regrets.
When I walked back to the old building on the outskirts of the city, it was getting dark.
I pushed open the door of my broken room. There came a moldy smell. The wet and cold feeling caused me to shiver.
It was a quite small room with only a rusty iron bed and shaky ceiling fan.
But it was enough for me to live in.
At one time, Zackary and I were taken in here, and we found our family here.
None of us could leave each other.
So, when I learned that my heart could save him, I made up my mind to end the relationship with him.
Zackary had been protecting me and pampering me for eighteen years. He experienced all sorts of life and knew how hard it had been for us to go all the way.
For him, I worked hard day and night. He saw my hardness.
So no matter what, he would not agree to me to change my heart to him.
I had to pretend that I was afraid of death and deliberately distanced myself from him.
No matter how much he hated me, I didn't blame him.
I pretended to dislike him in front of the nurses for not being able to take care of himself and for being stinking.
I cursed him fiercely and was fed up with the despair of having no hope day after day.
I'd even said in public that he should die and stop dragging me into his miserable life.
If he hesitated just a little bit, I could leave him mercilessly.
He gave up on me that day. I threw the agreement ending our relationship in his face with a sneer on my face. Zackary cried and signed his name on the paper with all his force.
And I, with that agreement, went into the operating room.
I once said I would take all the money abroad and never come back.
But often at sunset, I hid by the door, spying on his gradual recovery under the care of Lillianna.
Nobody knew that the girl that should have gone abroad would hide in shadows.
I didn't expect to be able to see him one more time before I died.
The small wet and cold room became the home before my death.
As long as he was happy, it was fine.
The photo of Zackary was the screen saver of my phone. I was proud of him. At the same time, a touch of sourness inevitably welled up in my heart.
The urgent ringing of the bell brought me to my senses, and I smiled to myself as I looked at the bright red warning of arrears. So the money was still not enough.
There were a few people I could contact with. I hesitated for a moment and called Joyce.
I begged her to help me find a job, no matter how hard it was.
Zackary thought I took his life-saving money and abandoned him. He hated me.
Knowing how poor I was now, he must be happy to see it.
My heart went wrong, but I still had to work to pay off the medical bills I owed before.
Though I often said that I was not afraid of death, when a ray of hope appeared in front of me, I still tried to grab it.
Joyce didn't believe that I was an ungrateful girl. She felt sorry for what I had been through all these years.
She immediately arranged for me to go to the hotel where Peyton Roman, her eldest son, worked.
Zackary was hosting a party for Lillianna and was in desperate need of greeters.
I could earn five thousand dollars a day, enough for me to buy drugs to survive for a few months.
When I hurried to the hotel, I accidentally bumped into a warm chest.
When I looked up, I met Zackary's confused and unbelievable eyes.
