The Heart I Married For

The Heart I Married For

Lian Lian

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For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale. Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error. Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter. Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me. Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing. So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.

The Heart I Married For Chapter 1

For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.

Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.

Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.

Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.

Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.

So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.

Chapter 1

Hazel POV:

For four years, I built my life around a heartbeat that wasn't mine, believing it was a lie that kept my real love alive; the truth, however, turned out to be the lie that shattered everything.

The phone buzzed against the cold marble of the kitchen island, a jarring sound in the cavernous silence of the penthouse. I ignored it, focused on scrubbing a non-existent stain from the countertop. It was a habit I' d developed, this frantic cleaning, a way to channel the restless energy that hummed beneath my skin.

The buzzing persisted, insistent. Finally, I let out a sigh, wiped my hands on a dish towel, and picked it up. Private Investigator. My stomach tightened.

"Mr. Davies," I answered, my voice carefully neutral.

"Mrs. Higgins," he said, his tone grim. "I have the information you requested. But I... I think it' s best we discuss this in person."

A cold dread trickled down my spine. "Just tell me, please."

There was a pause, the rustle of papers on his end. "There's been a mistake, Mrs. Higgins. A significant one. The hospital records... they were misfiled initially. A clerical error due to the chaos of the emergency that night."

I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white. "What kind of mistake?"

"Alexander Higgins," he said, and the name hung in the air, heavy and foreign despite being my husband' s. "He did have a heart transplant around that time. But it wasn't Dale Heath's heart."

The world tilted. The pristine white kitchen, the gleaming steel appliances, the view of the New York skyline-it all blurred into an insignificant smear.

"What?" The word was a whisper, a breath of disbelief.

"Dale's heart," Mr. Davies continued, his voice laced with professional pity, "was transplanted into another man. A tech CEO based in Austin, Texas. His name is Cash Carter."

Cash Carter. Austin, Texas.

Not Alex. Not here.

The phone slipped from my grasp, clattering onto the floor. The line went dead, but his words echoed in the sudden, deafening silence. Four years. Four years of devotion, of enduring Alex's cold indifference, his public humiliations with Bianca Bernard hanging off his arm. Four years of pressing my ear to his chest in the dead of night, listening to a rhythm I believed was the last piece of Dale.

It was all a lie. A stupid, pathetic, clerical error.

My obsession, the bedrock of my existence for the past four years, evaporated in an instant. It didn't crumble; it vanished, leaving behind a hollow, icy calm.

Just then, the front door clicked open. Alex strode in, loosening his tie. He tossed his briefcase onto a chair, his movements sharp and impatient.

"Hazel," he called out, his voice a familiar, detached command. "Bianca' s had a fall. She' s at the hospital. Get the car."

He didn't look at me. He never really looked at me. He was already shrugging out of his suit jacket, his focus entirely on the woman who held his affection, the woman who wasn't his wife.

I watched him, this man I had married for a ghost. He was agitated, a frantic energy radiating from him that I had never seen before. His perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, and his jaw was clenched. He was genuinely worried about Bianca.

In all our years of marriage, he had never shown an ounce of that concern for me. When I had the flu so bad I could barely stand, he' d simply told his assistant to have a doctor make a house call. When I' d cut my hand open on a broken glass, he' d sighed with annoyance at the blood on the floor before telling me to clean it up.

His worry for her was a stark contrast to his perpetual indifference to me.

For the first time, looking at him didn't stir the phantom ache of love for Dale. It stirred nothing. He was just a man. A stranger.

"Did you hear me?" he snapped, finally turning to look at me when I didn't move. His eyes, the cold gray eyes I once tried so desperately to find warmth in, were filled with irritation.

I met his gaze. The foundation of my world had just been obliterated, and in its place was a chilling clarity.

"Bianca Bernard," I said, my voice steady, devoid of the tremor it usually held when I spoke her name. "Is she allergic to penicillin?"

Alex stared at me, his frustration turning to confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? What does that have to do with anything?" He thought I was being jealous, petty. The usual Hazel.

"It has everything to do with this," I said, my voice dropping to a near whisper. "Your heart. The one beating in your chest right now. Did you have any complications after the surgery? Any rejection scares?"

He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Complications? No. What is this about, Hazel? Bianca is waiting."

"I'm not asking because I'm worried about you, Alex," I clarified, the words tasting like freedom on my tongue. "I'm not asking because I care."

I took a slow breath, letting the finality of it settle in my bones. Dale. My Dale. He was kind, loving, and completely devoted to me. On our last day together, he' d been planning our honeymoon, his eyes sparkling as he described the sunsets in Santorini. He'd registered as an organ donor a year before, a casual act of generosity. "Just in case," he'd said with a smile. "Maybe I can help someone else see those sunsets." Then the screech of tires, the crunch of metal, and his body shielding mine.

I survived. He didn't.

When I learned that Alex Higgins, the ruthless CEO of a powerful investment firm, had received a heart transplant on the same day, in the same hospital, a desperate, irrational hope took root. I pursued him, orchestrated a meeting, and married him.

New York society pitied me. The devoted, pathetic Mrs. Higgins, trailing after a man who clearly didn't love her. A placeholder. A convenient wife he married on a whim after seeing a picture of Bianca, his childhood friend and unrequited love, with another man. He used me to spite her, and I used him to stay close to Dale's heart. It was a transaction built on mutual delusion.

He had always prioritized Bianca. Dinners were canceled, vacations cut short, birthdays forgotten, all because Bianca called. And I had endured it all, pressing my hand to his chest, feeling that steady thump-thump-thump, and telling myself it was for Dale.

"Your transplant," I said, my voice sharp now, cutting through his confusion. "Was there a history of allergies in your donor's family? Specifically, to penicillin?"

Alex frowned, a flicker of memory in his cold eyes. "The doctors mentioned something... the donor's mother had a severe allergy. They had to be careful with my post-op medications. Why?"

Dale's mother. My Dale's mother was severely allergic to penicillin. I knew that.

But Alex's donor's mother was, too. It was a coincidence. A cruel, devastating coincidence that had cost me four years of my life.

I looked at him, truly looked at him, for the first time without the filter of my grief. And I saw him for what he was: a cold, selfish man who had used me without a second thought. And I had let him.

The lie was broken. And so was the spell.

"No reason," I said softly. A smile, small and genuine, touched my lips. It felt foreign. "You should go to her. Don't worry about the car. I'll call a taxi."

He stared at me, a strange, unsettled look on his face. My calmness, my lack of tears or accusations, was unnerving him. He couldn' t place it. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else, but the thought of Bianca overrode everything. He nodded curtly, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door without a backward glance.

The moment the door clicked shut, I picked up my phone from the floor. I didn't call a taxi.

I called my lawyer.

"Sarah," I said, my voice clear and resolute. "It's Hazel Higgins. I want to file for divorce. Immediately."

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“For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale. Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error. Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter. Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me. Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing. So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.”
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