Part 3Three years after he died, my husband asked me to donate his heart to him.

To find me, Jack mobilized all his connections in the city.

I laughed bitterly to myself. This was probably the most attention I'd ever received from him.

But it was useless. I watched as he turned the city upside down, even filing a missing persons report with the police, only to be told there was no record of me.

Before I died, my mother had transferred my household registration to our hometown. I no longer had any official ties to this city.

In his office, Jack flew into a rage.

"Useless idiots! You can't even find one person! Have you all been eating dog food?"

His secretary stood trembling nearby, finally mustering the courage to speak, "Mr. Zhao, we've looked everywhere possible. Miss Emily is no longer in the city."

"Her mother is still here, where else could she have gone? She couldn't survive without me and this city!" Jack furiously swept everything off his desk.

Watching his self-important display, I couldn't help but smirk. So he always saw me as a parasite in their family. No wonder he looked down on me and my mother.

"Perhaps... we could check the hospitals. Miss Emily was hospitalized after a car accident three years ago. There should still be records," the secretary suggested quietly.

Jack's mind cleared for a moment, but he quickly realized something was off. "Hospitalized? When was Emily in a car accident? Why don't I know about this?"

The secretary was about to continue when Jack's phone rang.

"Jack, my heart feels uncomfortable. I think I'm having a rejection episode. Can you come see me?" Olivia's voice was urgent and helpless, and Jack's heart melted.

He immediately dropped everything, sending the secretary to investigate my situation, and rushed to Olivia's side.

My eyes stung with unshed tears. Once upon a time, Jack and I had shared such loving moments too.

But now, none of that belonged to me anymore.

Perhaps these things were never meant to be mine, and I shouldn't have coveted them.

In truth, Olivia had my heart. After three years in her body, it had likely adapted to its new host and wouldn't have any rejection episodes.

She just didn't want Jack to be distracted by my affairs, taking away the love that belonged solely to her.

Jack hurried to the hospital, and hearing from the doctor that Olivia was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Olivia's eyes lit up when she saw Jack, "Jack, you're here."

Seeing Olivia in good spirits, Jack realized she wasn't in any real danger. He had been irritable lately due to not being able to find me, and Olivia's constant demands were starting to grate on him. He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.

"Next time, if it's not serious, it's better to check with the doctor first." His tone was still restrained, but the displeasure was evident.

Olivia was stunned for a moment, but quickly put on a tearful expression, "Jack, I was just so bored in the hospital and missed you terribly. You've been so focused on finding Emily lately, you rarely come to see me."

"I don't have many years left to live. I just wanted to see you as much as possible while I'm still alive."

This tactic always worked on Jack. He immediately felt guilty, "I'm sorry for not considering your feelings. I've let you suffer alone in the hospital."

"It's all Emily's fault. Even at this point, she's still playing hide-and-seek. She's completely heartless!"

I smiled wryly. I truly was heartless.

My heart had been given to Olivia three years ago.

Finally, Jack's secretary found my hospital records from three years ago.

[Emily Johnson, female, 27 years old, died from injuries sustained in a car accident despite resuscitation attempts.]

When he submitted this information to Jack, Jack's entire body began to shake.