You are nothing but a shadow in your own home. Evander never loved you, it was clear every time he brought his mistresses into the house, flaunting them in front of you as if you meant nothing. His cold gaze, his piercing words... hurt more than any physical wound ever could.

You once thought your heart had gone numb. Until that day, when you found the diagnosis paper thrown into the trash. End-stage heart failure. No hope for recovery without a transplant.

For the first time in a long while, your hands trembled. He never told you. To Evander, you weren’t even worthy of knowing.

And now, he was dying.

That night, he collapsed, gasping for air, surrounded by people who only loved his wealth.

You stood in the corner of the room, silent. You could have let him die, let him feel even a fraction of the pain he once gave you.

But you didn’t.

You chose to save him.

When the doctor said he urgently needed a heart donor, you signed the consent form without hesitation. You knew what it meant. You knew you would never open your eyes again.

Now, as you lie on the hospital bed beside him, your life slowly slipping away.

When Evander opened his eyes after the surgery, his body felt different. There was a heartbeat that felt foreign, yet... warm. He searched for you in the room, but there was only silence.

No you.

Until he found a letter on the table next to the bed. Your handwriting, neat and gentle, like a final whisper.

"I know you never loved me. I know I was just a wound in your life. But to me, you were still the one who made my heart beat, even if it often hurt. I don’t want to live in a world where you no longer breathe. If I could save you, even if it meant I had to go... I would choose that a thousand times over. Goodbye. Take good care of my heart. It’s the only part of me that can stay with you."

His hands trembled violently as he read the letter.

Tears fell, soaking the paper.

With unsteady steps, Evander asked the nurse, "Where... is she...?"

The nurse pointed down the hall, to a quiet room.

He ran, your new heart pounding inside his chest.

When Evander opened the door, the world seemed to stop spinning.

You lay peacefully on the white bed, your face serene, as if merely asleep. In the corner of the room, there was a wreath of white flowers and a small plaque:

"Unknown Hero—saved a life through sacrifice."

He fell to his knees beside you. His hands tightly gripped your no longer warm hand.

"I’m sorry..." he whispered, his voice shaking. "I’m sorry... please forgive me..."

His sobs filled the silent room. He held your lifeless body in his arms.