Linda continued, her tone suddenly light and casual as if she were discussing the weather, "By the way, we never properly thanked you. You helped William and me so much, paying off all that debt and giving us the freedom we deserved. Oh, and especially for donating your daughter's heart to our son. It’s because of you that he’s grown up healthy and strong."
Her words struck like a hammer to my chest, knocking the wind out of me. My daughter’s heart… went to their son? The world around me blurred as the horrifying truth sank in. Every sacrifice I’d made, every tear I’d shed—it had all been part of their sick, twisted plan. They had played me from the start.
I had wondered for years why Linda had suddenly disappeared after her pregnancy. I assumed she was ashamed, afraid that I’d look down on her. But now I understand. It wasn’t shame that kept her away—it was hate.
The betrayal was like a fire consuming me from the inside. I couldn’t think. I lunged at them, screaming, desperate to rip them apart. My fists swung wildly, but I was weak—too weak. They were strong and well-kept, living in luxury while I had withered into a shadow of my former self.