But Irwin had kept telling her he couldn’t find a suitable donor heart, so Sue had no choice but to keep relying on artificial ones to survive.
Artificial hearts were only temporary. Every so often, they had to be replaced.
For five years, she had endured the agony of having her chest cut open again and again.
And only now did she learn—Irwin had several donor hearts.
He just refused to use one on her. He was saving them for Ava.
‘Ha. What a joke.’
While he was in the shower, she unlocked his phone.
Of course. The passcode was Ava’s birthday.
Even his chat background was a picture of the two of them.
Expressionless, Sue opened their chat.
The screen was filled with explicit, flirty messages and photos.
Her eyes stung.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
[See you at our usual place tonight, babe!]
Attached was a picture of Ava sprawled on a bed, wearing black lace stockings.
Sue’s hands trembled as she scrolled.
When she heard movement outside, she calmly put the phone back in place.
Irwin glanced at his phone out of habit, and a flicker of lust appeared in his eyes.
“Sue, an emergency surgery just came up. I need to go to the hospital. You’ll have to sleep alone again tonight.”