She Stole My Boyfriend And My Heart

Synopsis

Right as my failing heart was about to give out, I finally got the call—a donor heart was waiting for me. But my boyfriend, the head of cardiology, gave it to a woman who reminded him of his first love. Barely clinging to life, I dragged myself to his room to confront him, only to hear them dreaming aloud about their future. “When you’re better,” he said softly, “we’ll go hiking, skiing… do everything you’ve ever wanted.” Moments later, she posted online: [If one’s in love, there’s nothing to fear about death.] I didn’t confront him. I just liked her post, then summoned the system. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “Take me home.”