The Heart That Stopped Waiting

Synopsis

My husband, Charles Finn, was a master in cardiothoracic surgery, famous for being utterly selfless. Both I and his junior, Sophie Young, had heart problems, but whenever it came to medication, he always prepared it ahead of time for her. When complications left me in unbearable pain, and I passed out, Sophie smashed the only life-saving medicine I had left. When we both had an attack, Charles rushed to arrange a private room for her in the middle of the night, leaving me alone in the hospital hallway, getting an IV drip. Everyone praised Charles for being selfless and magnanimous, saying he was the kind of person everyone should look up to. After waiting three years for a heart transplant, I finally got a donor. I begged Charles to perform the surgery for me. But he stayed silent for a long time. Charles said, "Lily, let Sophie have this one last chance. "She passed out yesterday. We can't afford to wait any longer. "I've looked at your test results. Your condition isn't that bad. Don't be difficult. After this, I'll make it up to you." All my desperate begging only ended with him locking me alone in a single-patient room. I counted my own heartbeat, the metallic taste of blood slowly rising in my throat. Charles, there was no after for us anymore.