My Husband Robbed My Brother’s Heart for His First Love

Mom donated her heart to my dying brother on her deathbed, but someone intercepted it. My husband, holding a woman crying in his arms, threatened the surgeon, "This heart must be saved for Wendy's aunt." "Thirty million dollars should be enough to buy this heart? I can double it if needed. Let's see who dares to take it!" I knelt and begged him to give me back the heart, or my brother would die. He looked down at me coldly and insulted, "Alice, have you no shame?! You're jealous of Wendy, so you resort to this?!" A week later, I knelt at the graves of my mother and brother and received a call from Ben: "The wedding is canceled for now." "Wendy is not in a good mood. I will accompany her abroad to relax. You should reflect on yourself." "Alice, have you no shame?! You're jealous of Wendy?!" Ben yanked away my right arm, which was tightly clutching his trouser leg, and casually tossed the prosthesis into the trash can. Watching him leave with Wendy, I scrambled to my feet and hugged his leg tightly with my other arm, crying and begging him to return the heart. "This is your mother's heart? Your brother is waiting for it?" Ben snorted. "Alice, to compete with Wendy, you even used your only remaining family, didn't you?!" "Have you no shame? Don't you know what shame is?!" I tried to explain with a hoarse voice, but he kicked me away disdainfully, not intending to listen at all. Wendy, under the pretense of wiping her tears, gave me a sarcastic look, but her mouth said urgently and pitifully, "Auntie is dying. Ben, let's go..." "Ben, stop!" I knelt on the ground like a madman, crying hoarsely, "That's really my mother's heart! My brother is in the operating room of the hospital next door! You can go check!" "Give me back the heart, please, he's my only family left!" Ben didn't even pause, striding forward. "If you dare to leave, I'll abort the child in my belly!" This threat finally made Ben stop. He turned to look at me, his deep eyes full of contempt. "Alice, will you stop messing around!" "A life is at stake. This heart must be given to Wendy's aunt." "Using the child to threaten me? - Go ahead and abort it if you have the guts. Get out of the Tang family." I stared at his back as he left with Wendy, laughing and crying in despair. I had lost my right arm to save him, ruining my dream career as a yangqin player. I even sacrificed my dignity to try to integrate into his snobbish family. I gave everything to love him, and in the end, all I got was cold betrayal. For his first love, he would rather let my family become an insignificant sacrifice. With the last glimmer of hope, I rushed to the ward of Wendy's aunt. But I could only watch as the thin, pale woman was pushed into the operating room. The surgeon was about to tell Wendy about the surgery, but Wendy frowned impatiently and snapped, "Annoying. What does it have to do with me how she is?" "She's not your aunt." Wendy turned to glare at me, and the next second, she plopped down on her knees, crawled to my feet, and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Alice. I know I shouldn't have come back, shouldn't have appeared in front of Ben! - But my aunt is innocent! She really needs this heart!" "You can humiliate me however you want, just let my aunt go! I swear I will never appear in front of Ben again!" "Please don't go in, Alice!" Someone pulled my hair from behind, forcing me to turn my head, followed by a slap in the face. "Alice! Enough!" My ears were ringing, and I could barely hear Ben's insults. I could only reflexively raise my left arm to block the slap he was about to give me. "Don't hit me, don't hit me..." The stinging pain in my cheeks and arms reminded me of being beaten by my alcoholic father when I was in junior high school. At that time, it was my three-year-old brother who shielded me. I suddenly pushed Ben away hard. A large chunk of my long hair, along with my scalp, was pulled off by him, and blood flowed down my temple. Ben looked at me as if I were crazy and stepped forward to shield Wendy behind him. "Please, this is my mother's heart, left for my brother!" I tried to rush into the operating room, but was stopped by the doctor. "My brother is only eighteen years old, he's going to take the college entrance exam today - how can he die!" "Alice!" Wendy threw herself on me, howling, without the impatience she had just now. "Let my aunt go, I'll give you my heart!" "Okay, you give me your heart." I stared at her coldly, my sinister gaze making her step back. "In exchange for Ben." "I'll divorce Ben right away, and I can abort this child too - I want to give my brother the heart!" Two more slaps came. Ben stood in front of me, furious. "Alice! I think you really want a divorce, don't you?!" As long as I can get the heart back to my brother, what about a divorce? A sharp pain in my lower abdomen made me involuntarily support my slightly bulging belly. I stared at Ben with bloodshot eyes. "Ben, give the heart back to my brother. I can divorce, I can abort the child, if you find me an eyesore, I can die! - As long as my brother can live!" "Stop messing around!" Ben shouted angrily. "Do you look like a mother at all?!" My phone vibrated a few more times, and a sudden palpitation surged up. I trembled and opened the text message I had just received: [Sorry, Miss Xu, the patient Timmy died of heart failure.] My eyes went black, and I almost collapsed on the ground. Then, I gave Ben and Wendy, who was sobbing in his arms, a cold stare and turned to leave. I have no family. The man I loved for ten years took it away with his own hands. "Sorry, Miss Xu, we urgently searched for other heart donations, but they were all intercepted with a lot of money." I walked out of the funeral home holding the urn. My brother's surgeon stood in front of me, bowing, his eyes red. I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I guessed it was Wendy's doing. With Ben backing her up, crushing me was as easy as crushing an ant. It was raining heavily on the day of my mother and brother's funeral. I didn't hold an umbrella, kneeling in front of their graves like a ghost, burning paper money. The flames scorched my fingers, leaving gray burn marks on the prosthesis. I used to cherish this prosthesis very much. If the previous one hadn't been thrown away by Ben, I wouldn't have taken it out so easily. Because it was made by Ben himself. He didn't show up on our engagement day. The Tang family didn't like me, and no one came to the engagement party. I stood alone in the auditorium in my dress, waiting from noon to late night. His assistant came rushing in with the prosthesis, and Ben called: "Sorry, Alice, my flight was delayed and I couldn't make it back. This is the engagement gift I prepared for you." I put on the prosthesis as if it were a treasure. But now, the joy and emotion I felt at that time made me sick. I shouldn't have fallen in love with Ben, shouldn't have been so insistent on marrying him. I shouldn't even have met him. If so, I would still have a warm family. I would still have a healthy body. I pulled off the prosthesis and threw it into the flames in front of the grave. I left the cemetery in a trance, only to see two familiar figures. Perhaps aware of my vicious gaze, Ben turned around. The moment his eyes fell on me, the tenderness and pity he had shown towards Wendy suddenly turned into disgust. "Are you following me?" he asked coldly. "How dare you show your face here? Wendy's aunt is dead - because you stopped us and delayed the best time for surgery!" "Don't say that, Ben. Alice didn't mean it..." Wendy dabbed at the nonexistent tears in the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking pitiful. She was wearing a black dress, but her face was carefully made up to look natural. "Alice? How dare she!" Ben thrust the umbrella into Wendy's hand and strode over, grabbing me by the back of my neck and pushing me hard against a tombstone. "Look at the lives you have on your conscience!" "How dare you think you are still qualified to raise my child!" "Heh." I chuckled, the owner of the tombstone's surname was Shao, and the tombstone was obviously worn out for several years, having nothing to do with Wendy. He was the heir to the family, the CEO of the group, how could he not see it?! Love really makes one blind. Ben took my sneer as a provocation, glared at me menacingly, and pressed down on me, trying to force me to kneel in front of the grave. "Apologize to Wendy! Apologize to her family!" "Forget it, forget it, Ben... Auntie is already dead..." I violently broke free from Ben and rushed over, slapping Wendy twice with my only hand. She screamed, tears streaming down her face, and fell to the ground with my help. A look of triumph flashed across her eyes. "I'm sorry, Alice, I'm sorry -" she sobbed, the rain drenching her petite body, making her look even more pitiful. "I'll leave now and never appear in front of Ben again!" "Please don't make a scene at my aunt's grave, let her rest in peace..." "Stop pretending, Wendy," I interrupted her, stepping forward and grabbing her hair, forcing her to look at me. "Do you dare to swear that the person in the operating room was your aunt, dare to swear that the person lying in this cemetery is related to you?" "Do you dare to swear that there was no money involved in intercepting all the hearts that could have saved my brother?!" I pressed down on her, my fingers tightly around her throat. "Die! You should be the one to die, die for my brother -" I hate it so much. I hate that I misread the wrong person, loved the wrong person, mistook a streetlight for the moon, and willingly gave everything for Ben. Even though I knew he had a first love in his heart. Ben proposed to me in the hospital ward after I lost my right arm to save him. My mother and brother both disapproved. Ben was a wealthy heir, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, worth hundreds of billions. A man like him should not be the lifelong companion of an ordinary girl from a poor family like me. "Ben is a good man, he really loves me, and I only love him." Love is the most worthless thing. My love was passionate but paranoid, Ben's love was expensive but false. We shouldn't have met in the first place. A tremendous force pulled at my arm, flinging me away without mercy. I landed hard on the ground, and the black and white photograph that had been hidden in my collar slipped out and landed a few meters in front of me. "Enough, Alice! You killed Wendy's relative and you still want to kill her?!" I ignored Ben's anger and crawled forward, reaching for the photo. But the photo was still washed by the heavy rain, becoming soft and beginning to fade. Ben was about to step on the photo when he saw my brother and mother in the picture. He stopped in his tracks.