Forcing Me to Donate My heart, My Wife Regretted It and Suicide

I was born with a special condition, having two hearts. This was the only thing that could make my parents happy. Because my brother had a congenital heart disease.

My parents gave birth to me only to extend my brother's life. Later, I met Linda Cardel and married her. She saved me from the abyss of begging for affection. I thought she would be different from my parents.

But after my brother fell ill, she stubbornly hoped I could donate a heart to him. But she didn't know I had long been left with only one heart. And my other heart was with her.

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"It's just one heart, why are you so selfish? Weren't you born to keep your brother alive?" My hand was tightly gripped by Linda.

I said helplessly, "But I want to live too. Without a heart, I will die."

Linda's expression stiffened, then she continued, "You have two hearts, even if you give one, you still have another, you can live. But your brother is different, without your heart, he will die." She ignored my struggle and pushed me into the preparation room.

I helplessly tried to explain, "I only have one heart now. Didn't you see the test results?"

Linda didn't listen at all. "Who knows what you did to avoid donating? Maybe you even bribed the people in the examination room." Linda thought I bribed the medical staff to alter the report.

I defended myself, "No, Linda, I had surgery when I was a child, I already donated one heart."

"Enough, Herbert, it's just to save your brother, why are you so stubborn?" Linda directly cut me off.

"I'm not lying, my heart is in you," I pleaded.

Linda didn't listen to a word I said and walked straight to my brother's prep room. At this time, the other doctors in the prep room also froze.

Then someone spoke, "Talking about love at a time like this is disgusting."

"Your brother is on the verge of death and you are here telling disgusting love stories to your sister-in-law."

Only our families knew about my marriage to Linda. None of Linda's colleagues knew me.

Since Linda handled all of my brother's hospitalization procedures, everyone in the department thought my older brother was her husband. And Linda never explained.

"Exactly, instead of saving your brother, you're seducing your sister-in-law."

"It's a waste for your heart to stay in your body."

Hearing the other doctors' words, I couldn't help but want to tell the truth, "Actually, I am ..."

Linda came out of the prep room and grabbed my hand. "Today you must donate your heart. Your brother is already in the operating room and you're next."

As she spoke, Linda took out a stack of documents. "I've already signed everything, you just need to get on the operating table."

In the operating room, I saw Hans, who looked extremely weak, making everyone feel sorry for him.

One of the doctor said, "Don't worry, your wife, Dr. Cardel, will make sure you live a long life."

Hans heard the term and didn't refute it, just gave a weak smile, "It's all my fault, making my younger brother sacrifice so much for me." His words were full of guilt, but his eyes at me were full of provocation.

The other doctors, hearing this, thought my brother was kind and I was vicious.

After comforted Hans, Linda ignored my violent struggle and forcibly pushed me onto the operating table. She ordered the anesthetist to quickly inject the anesthesia.

A moment later, my intense struggle finally calmed down.