My Husband Stole The Wrong Heart

The first time, my father-in-law, Walter, was sixty and needed a heart transplant. He was matched with my sons heart.
The entire family descended on me, pleading, cajoling me to have another child so Leos heart could be spared.
I refused. And Leo, my son, was takensnatched from the street right before his college entrance exam.
I raced to the hospital like a lunatic, but I was too late. Leos heart was already gone.
Walter, my father-in-law, got five more years because of it.
I called the police, but my mother-in-law, Beatrice, swore my son had been a willing, dutiful boy who voluntarily donated his heart to his grandfather.
My husband, Owen, spat at me, "How could I have married such a cold-hearted woman! A father's debt is greater than the sky! You wanted me to watch my own father die!"
Grief tore through me until, finally, my own heart gave out that summer. I died of cardiac arrest.
I opened my eyes again and found myself back at the eve of Leos college entrance exam. The first thing I did was call my parents, the Petersons, to personally drive and stand guard over him during the test.
But even this time, Walter got a new heart.
1
The second I knew Leo was safely at the testing center, my phone buzzed. It was Owen, his voice frantic with excitement.
"Get to the hospital! Quick! Dads surgery was a success!"
My heart lurcheda painful, sickening spasm. I rushed to the hospital and paused just outside the partially closed door of the private recovery suite, hearing Beatrices voice, sharp and triumphant.
"A young boys heart is the best, you know. Just look at himalready bouncing back."
"Trading one childs life for my old mans, it was worth it!"
Tessa, my sister-in-law, chimed in, her voice annoyingly saccharine. "Absolutely! The doctor said with a new heart, hed get five more years, but honestly, I think hell live another twenty, easy."
Beatrice chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that grated on my nerves.
How? Leo was safe. He was taking his test. Where had Walters new heart come from this time?
Grant, my brother-in-law, quickly jumped in, eager for praise. "It was hard, today being the SATs and all. I nearly didnt catch the kid." He paused, a strange note in his voice. "The kid he seemed a little heavier than I remember Leo being."
My eyes darted to the room next door, the same room from the previous life, where a lifeless form lay covered with a white sheet.
But whose child was under that sheet now?
I slammed the door open, the sound echoing through the sterile hallway. "Whose heart did you take this time?" I roared.
They all looked at me as if I were a madwoman, not a shred of guilt on their faces.
Beatrice glared, her voice low and menacing. "What is all the noise for? Your father-in-law just had surgery! He cannot be stressed!"
Owen stumbled toward me, his eyes red-rimmed. "Honey, dont be so upset At least Dad is better now. You should be happy."
I threw off his hand, a storm of pure, incandescent rage rising in my chest.
"Happy? You traded a teenagers life for an old mans! Did you even ask the parents of that child?"
I lunged forward, grabbing Grant by the collar of his scrubs. "Tell me who you kidnapped!"
Grants face went white. "It was... it was..."
"Enough!" Beatrice barked, stepping in.
"Look at the disgrace of a wife you married, Owen! Filial piety comes first! Shes saying your fathers life isnt worth one of these useless children!"
Owen, stung by his mothers words, turned his anger on me.
"If you want to have a meltdown, go home! So what if it was Leos heart? Hes my son. I had him. I am his fathers son! Whats wrong with taking his heart for my father? If it wasn't for my father, Leo wouldn't exist!"
I froze. A sudden, cold realization washed over me. They still believed the heart belonged to Leo.
Tessa, always the helpful one, offered a smarmy look of sympathy. "Olivia, Owen is right. A child can be replaced. Dad is the only one we have." She leaned in, a malicious glint in her eye. "Besides, your Leo wasn't a good student. He wasn't going to amount to much anyway."
I lunged, grabbing a handful of her hair, making her yelp. "Youre a mother! How can you be so cruel?"
I shook her head hard. "If youre so devoted to family, why didnt you offer your sons heart? Huh? That child was barely a teen! He was about to take his college entrance exam! How could you do it?"
Tessa roughly shoved me away, smoothing down her designer top, completely unfazed. "My Zachs scores are in the top one hundred nationally. Hes going to an Ivy League school and will bring honor to the family. Your son is a nobody, barely scraping C's."
"So, yes. Your son's heart was far cheaper than mine."
I stared at her, my eyes wide with disbelief. In their eyes, a lifea vibrant, breathing, teenage boywas a commodity to be valued based on a GPA. Was there any shred of humanity left in this family?
Beatrice looked at me with open disgust. "Leo is lazy, and he has no manners. You, his mother, failed to raise him right. Now you have the nerve to attack your sister-in-law!"
"A useless mother gives birth to a useless son. He deserved to have his heart taken for my husband!"
Their words were like blades, tearing at my chest. The pain was so intense I could barely stand. This was how they saw me. This was how they saw my son.
My chest constricted, my breath catching in shallow, painful gasps.
Owen rushed over to steady me. "Just calm down, Olivia. Stop making a scene."
"Dad needs to rest after his surgery. If you keep causing a scene, how am I supposed to live in this family?" He lowered his voice. "I promise, Ill find a way to make it up to you what happened to Leo."
I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision, and asked the same devastating question Id asked in my previous life. "Leo was your flesh and blood. Did you truly have the heart to let him die?"
2
Owen's eyes were bloodshot, and a flicker of agony crossed his face. "Honey, of course, I didn't want him to die. He's our son."
"But this is my father," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I couldn't let him die. I had no choice but to sacrifice our boy. Don't blame me, Olivia. Filial duty is the highest virtue. I had to do it."
I laughed, a dry, bitter sound that held no humor. Despair had finally and completely set in.
"No choice? You could have taken your own heart! What kind of sacrifice is that?" I screamed, the question ragged and desperate.
Beatrice stepped up and slapped me across the face. "How dare you tell my son to die! A vicious woman like youyour sons death is your own fault! Karma! He deserved it!"
I trembled with a fury that consumed me. I looked at each of them. Not one showed a hint of remorse. They looked triumphant.
I couldnt understand, in this life or the last, how they could be so cold-blooded about a stolen life.
My mind zeroed in on the unknown child, the innocent victim. I wheeled around and moved toward the closed door of the room next to Walters, desperate to see the boy and contact his parents.
Before my hand could touch the doorknob, Owen grabbed me and yanked me backward.
I crashed hard against the wall, a bruise blooming instantly on my arm.
"Don't stop me! I have to see that boy!"
Owen clutched me, pulling me into his chest. "Honey, Leo is dead... Don't disturb him. Just let him rest."
"It was just a child. We're young, we can have another baby."
A searing, needle-sharp pain pierced my heart. A child of sixteen. The years of love, care, and sacrifice poured into him. Gone. And he could dismiss it with such a casual, callous phrase.
I reached for my phone, ready to call the police.
"You kidnapped a minor and forcibly took his heart! You are criminals! I will make sure you face the punishment you deserve!"
Before I could dial, Owen ripped the phone from my hand and smashed it on the floor.
"Are you finished, Olivia? Is this really necessary? It was a grandson donating a heart to his grandfathera family matter. Do we really need to involve the police?"
Grant looked terrified. He was the one who had physically brought the boy in.
"Sister-in-law, were family. If you do this, how can we face each other at Thanksgiving, or Christmas? Besides, a woman should stay home and listen to her husband. Calling the police is a man's job."
I sneered. Family. I gave their son a hundred dollars every Christmas, and in sixteen years, Leo had never received a single dollar from them. In their eyes, I was always an outsider, and my son was just a piece of property to be sacrificed at will.
"Who wants to be your family? I'm calling the police!"
3
A flicker of fear crossed their faces, but it was fleeting.
Beatrice was the first to regain her composure, pointing a furious finger at me. "Leo voluntarily donated his heart to his grandfather! The police cant do anything!"
She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a single, crumpled piece of papera handwritten consent formand shoved it in my face.
"Look! Leo wrote this himself! Its signed!"
I stared at Owen in disbelief. Leos earliest writing was taught by him. The signature was definitely Owens attempt to forge the boys childhood script.
In my first life, I believed Owen had been as blindsided as I was, only learning after the fact. I never imagined he had conspired with them from the very beginning, hiding the entire monstrous plan from me. Leo trusted his father above all else. How could he?
I took a deep breath, fighting the choking bitterness, and snatched the paper. I tore it into a dozen tiny pieces.
Beatrice gasped and clutched her chest, her trembling finger pointing at me. "You... you wicked, treasonous woman! How did our family ever marry you!"
Owen frantically supported his mother. "Mom, dont worry. Ill just write out another consent form later."
I gave a dry, cold laugh. "You havent spent ten minutes with your son in the last ten years, have you, Owen?"
"Didn't you notice his handwriting changed after he hit high school? That forgery is five years old."
Owen stared at me, his face shocked, his voice shaking. "W-what are you talking about?"
Seizing the moment of confusion, I broke free and darted to the door of the other room.
It was empty.
They followed me immediately, Owen grabbing me from behind. "Olivia, stop! Let the boy go! Let him rest!"
I wrenched myself free and screamed at them. "Where is the body? Where is the child?"
It was then I noticed Tessa, who had been conspicuously absent for the last few minutes.
I walked up to her and shoved her hard on the shoulder. "Tell me! Did you take him? Where is he?"
Tessa rubbed her shoulder against the wall, tears welling up in her eyes. "I I thought Leo deserved to finally rest. I just sent him to the crematory."
My mind went instantly blank, a ringing silence in my ears.
Owen suddenly rushed to shield Tessa, his face etched with pure annoyance and impatience. "Stop it, Olivia! Why are you always so aggressive! Tessa is delicate! If you hurt her, wed have to pay who knows how much in medical bills!"
The word 'pay' lit up Grants eyes. He immediately exposed Tessas shoulder for all to see. "See, Sister-in-law! Youve broken my wifes shoulder!"
"Ten thousand dollars! Pay us ten thousand, and we won't press charges!"
My eyes widened in shock. "Ten thousand? Are you serious? You can't be! It wouldn't cost ten thousand even if it were really broken!"
Beatrice stepped forward, shielding her younger son as always. "You will pay the ten thousand today! Otherwise, Ill tell my son to divorce you!"
For decades, they had invented excuses to demand money from me. In my first life, I tolerated it all for the sake of peace. But I realized, too late, that no amount of kindness would save my son.
My face was contorted with fury. I ground out the words between clenched teeth. "Absolutely not!"
"You killed a child! I should be suing you! How dare you ask for money! Mark my words, there is karma! You will pay!"
Suddenly, Walter, who had been resting with his eyes closed, began to cough violently, clutching his new heart. His hand trembled as he pointed a finger at me. "Get that bitch out of here now!"
4
Beatrice immediately started wailing, beating her thigh dramatically. "Oh, the misery! This unfilial daughter-in-law is trying to kill my old man!"
Owen grabbed me and shoved me away. I stumbled, knocking over a glass vase on a nearby table. Shards of glass sliced into my palm, and blood gushed out.
No one looked at the cut. They all clustered around Walters bed, anxiously watching his breathing.
Beatrice, seeing Walter struggling, grabbed my collar and slapped me hard, four or five times in quick succession.
"You wicked, rebellious tramp! If youve made my husband sick, Ill tell my son to divorce you!"
My cheek was swelling, but my eyes were colder than ice.
Owen feigned concern, pulling his mother back a little. "Mom, stop. I wont divorce Olivia."
I smiled inwardly. Right. He made five thousand a month. I made twenty thousand, and I owned the penthouse condo free and clear. Hed never leave.
Grant gave Walter a few sips of water until his breathing calmed.
Walter looked at me, his eyes full of malice. "The Reed family has treated you well, and you want to watch me die just for the sake of one child, do you? My son marrying you was a curse!"
I smirked. He had been pretending to sleep the whole time.
In the previous life, I was subservient until my sons death ripped the veil from my eyes. This time, I would not only keep Leo alive but make them pay for every sin.
I crossed my arms, my eyes icy. "What if the dead child... wasn't Leo?"
Grant shrieked. "What nonsense are you talking about? I was the one who brought the boy in! How could it not be Leo!"
Beatrice suddenly looked panicked, a sheen of cold sweat on her forehead. She pulled Grant aside and whispered urgently, "If its not Leo, and his parents find out, well all go to prison!"
I heard every word.
Grants mind raced, and he looked around frantically. "Quick! Gag the bitch! The kid is already cremated! As long as she doesnt talk, no one will ever know!"
Owen, without hesitation, helped Grant tie my hands and feet and shoved a dirty rag into my mouth.
I stared at the three of them, a chill creeping up my spine.
Beatrice stepped up, a triumphant smirk on her face. She raised her hand and delivered a powerful slap to my left cheek. My left ear rang violently, and a warm fluid trickled out.
"Bitch! I knew you looked down on us the day you married in!" she hissed.
"So what if your parents are teachers? What makes you so superior? With a daughter like you, your parents must be just as rotten!"
My face turned purple. My parents! They had been honored as "Outstanding Educators" for a decade! I couldnt allow this vile woman to slander them.
Rage gave me strength. I lunged forward, slamming my head into Beatrices stomach and knocking her to the floor.
Beatrice held her stomach and theatrically wailed. "Help! Daughter-in-law is attacking her mother-in-law! Is there no justice in this world?"
Seeing their mother on the floor, Owen and Grant descended on me, kicking me repeatedly.
I screamed, muffled by the rag. The incision from my tumor surgery last month burst open.
The beating lasted half an hour until they were exhausted, collapsing into chairs, panting. I was on the brink of passing out, the last ember of warmth in my heart extinguished.
Grant looked at my bruised, bleeding body and, still breathing heavily, said, "Shes still fighting. Maybe... we should just take her to the crematory too."
"She dies, no one knows about the heart, and all her money and that fancy house from her parents? All yours."
I looked at Owen. He looked back, his eyes hesitant, calculating.
My heart hammered against my ribs, an ice pick of fear stabbing through me. Every cell in my body was screaming.
Just as Owen opened his mouth, ready to agreeReady to kill me for the housea knock came at the door.
They hid me quickly in a utility closet and hesitantly opened the door.
Outside stood two men from the local funeral home. They were holding an urn and a file.
"We have the remains and the official cremation report for you."
Grant took the report, flipped it open, and read the name. His face drained of color. He couldn't speak.

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