Part 2Three years after he died, my husband asked me to donate his heart to him.

Naturally, I couldn't divorce Jack. As expected, a few days later, he cut off all of my mother's medical expenses.

My mom was elderly with serious heart problems, along with high blood pressure, diabetes, and various other ailments.

With continued treatment, there was still hope for improvement.

But only I knew that three years ago, my mom had stopped using Jack's money entirely.

And her illness had already progressed beyond hope.

Mom had wanted to join me long ago, but she couldn't let go.

She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter, who had given her whole heart, being abandoned and trampled upon.

So, until the moment Jack showed regret, she was determined to keep living in this world.

A week passed, and my mom showed no signs of backing down.

Jack finally lost his patience. He called my mom and sneered, "Your daughter is really heartless, isn't she? To avoid divorcing me, she's even using you in this ploy."

"I'm warning you, even if you die, I won't feel an ounce of sympathy! Tell Emily to sign the divorce papers obediently!"

My mother looked at my photo in her arms, her fingers digging into her palms, "Jack, I've already told you, my daughter is dead."

Jack scoffed, "Looks like you're asking for trouble. You think your daughter can hide from my search? If she won't come out, I'll find her myself!"

A bitterness spread through my heart.

You want to find me, Jack?

I really wish you could find me.

But I hope you won't regret it when you do.

Just then, a weak female voice came through the phone, accompanied by some coughing, "Jack, dear, is there any news about Emily?"

"Is she angry? Does she want to wait for me to die?"

Jack quickly put down the phone to comfort her, "Rest easy, don't worry. I'll definitely divorce her and marry you."

But Olivia shook her head, her voice choked with emotion, "I know Emily must feel wronged and probably resents me now. I understand. I'm not trying to steal you from her, I just want you to be with me in my final days."

Her words were full of sincerity, but every sentence pointed the blame at me.

As if I were the homewrecker.

And I knew that Jack would never take my side.

"Olivia, how could you think that? I love you. What right does Emily have to compete with you? Don't worry, even if I have to search to the ends of the earth, I'll dig up her bones to sign the divorce papers."

He seemed to deliberately raise his voice, making sure my mother could hear on the other end of the line, before hanging up abruptly.

Listening to the dial tone, I could feel my mother's heart turning to ice.

She struggled to her feet, wiping away a tear. With a smile, she said, "It's alright, daughter. Mommy will be with you soon."