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Emily sobbed, but David didn’t look back. The
police arrived, and she was taken away. Her
doctor, predictably, had fled the moment the
video played. His actions only fueled David’s
rage. But he didn’t get far. David’s resources
were vast, and the doctor was quickly
apprehended. Under questioning, the truth
came out. My “accident” wasn’t an accident
at all. It was orchestrated by Emily. She’d
been consumed by jealousy, resentful that I
was David’s wife, even though he claimed to
love only her. When she discovered we shared
a blood type, a twisted plan formed. She’d
arranged the car accident, then, with her
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doctor’s help, stolen my heart, eliminating
me, her rival, in the process. But karma, it
seemed, was real. The transplanted heart had
never fully accepted her body, giving her only
a few more years. Now, the fall from the
stage had aggravated her condition. As soon
as she was released from police custody, she
was rushed back to the hospital. David stared
at the evidence, then remembered the
secretary’s words. He raced to my mom’s
house, only to find it demolished. Our little
home was gone, my grave and headstone
vanished. He frantically called his secretary,
asking about Mom. “Mr. Walker, I told you.
She… she committed suicide.” David finally
broke down. In his grief, I saw genuine
remorse. It was his fault. My death, my
mother’s death… it was all on him. This was
his retribution. Emily’s condition worsened.
The doctors said she wouldn’t last long. She
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begged David to see her one last time. He
agreed. At her bedside, Emily whispered,
“David, if I said it wasn’t intentional… would
you believe me?” David remained silent, his
face turned away. She knew he’d never
forgive her. “David, we knew each other for
so long… I always thought… we’d be
together… But then, I got sick, and your
family made you marry someone else… I
hated her… I thought she’d stolen
everything… When I found out about our
blood type… I thought it was a second
chance… a chance to live…” I found her
words ironic. I’d loved David too. Before Emily
returned, I thought I had everything. Then, I
lost it all his love, my life, my family – all
because of Emily’s selfishness. Wasn’t I the
one who should feel resentment? David
closed his eyes, his voice filled with disgust.
“Emily, I never imagined you were capable of
such… evil. You deserve to…” He trailed off,
unable to finish the thought. “It was because I
loved you! I wanted to be with you, not her!”
Emily coughed, her body wracked with pain.
In the end, she was just another victim of
love, a pathetic figure. But David’s heart was
hardened. “I gave you the best of me, and
you repaid me with this… this monstrous act.
I’m done with you. And I’m taking back what
doesn’t belong to you.” Emily clutched at his
hand, but he pulled away, leaving her for the
last time. She died a few hours later, alone
and unmourned. Her body lay in the morgue,
discarded. David had her heart removed and
buried it in my empty grave. I was surprised
by his cruelty, but as I watched the still-
beating heart enclosed in a box, its life slowly
fading, I felt a part of myself die too. David
knelt by my grave, promising to build a
memorial, to pray for my forgiveness. But it
was too late. The connection between us,
whatever it was, was severed. Delayed
remorse is worthless. “David, I’m tired.
Goodbye.”
