A Heart Reduced to Ashes

I lose a kidney after an accident, but my one-year-old son dies on the spot. The months after the accident are when I'm most depressed, but my CEO husband is by my side day and night as he cares for me.

However, in the fifth year of our marriage, I overhear Yoel Lawson's conversation with a doctor.

"It's bad enough that you deliberately orchestrated that accident to have Felicity's kidney transplanted in Rosa's body, but you even accidentally caused your child's death. Aren't you afraid Felicity will lose her mind when she finds out?"

"We've lost our son, but we can always have another child. Rosie would've died without that kidney. I gave up my happiness to make it up to Felicity, didn't I? I'll make her conceive again this year—she'll be happier than anything else."

Yoel's indifferent voice makes my head spin. I feel like I've been struck by lightning.

It turns out he didn't spend all day at the hospital after my accident because of me—he was there to care for Rosa Shaw, his true love.

I don't want to have another child with him. I don't even want him anymore.

I was standing outside the office. After hearing Yoel Lawson's conversation with Dr. Xavier Fisher, my legs became weak.

"Hey, I can ignore you setting up your own wife to save Rosa, but I still think it's a real shame for the child to die," said Dr. Fisher.

Yoel stayed silent for a few seconds before saying that he told the hit-and-run driver to hit us with the right force. He didn't expect how reckless the driver would be.

"Is Rosa really worth all the trouble you've gone through? If anyone finds out that you've hurt your wife and killed your own son, your reputation is going to be ruined. Not only that, but you'll be locked up as well!"

"My life is a small price to pay as long as Rosie is healthy and happy. If my kidney was a match for her, we wouldn't have had to put in so much effort back then. Instead, I would have voluntarily given it to her."

Yoel sounded a little upset when he said that.

"But Felicity loves you and your son dearly. Aren't you worried that she'll lose her mind if she finds out one day?"

When the accident happened, my son, Remy Lawson, died in my arms. We had only just finished celebrating his first birthday that day. When I thought about it, the overwhelming pain and desperation filled my mind once more.

"Rosie might have my heart, but I've already dedicated the rest of my life to Felicity Allen. We can have another child after losing one. In fact, I'll just make her pregnant again this year. I'm sure she'll be over the moon." Hearing Yoel talk about it so casually and coldly, my heart dropped.

After that, he finally showed some emotion and sounded a little caring when he said, "Alright, let's not talk about it ever again. How is Rosie doing today?"

I couldn't listen to what Dr. Fisher said next. My body was numb as I stumbled to leave the scene hastily. I was already feeling under the weather that day, and that was why I suddenly came to visit the doctor.

Yoel told me he was busy that day, so I didn't want to disturb him. I was surprised to find out that he was actually accompanying Rosa as she came for an examination.

After I returned home, I pulled out the portrait that I drew for Remy's birthday. Then, tears rolled down my face uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I received a message on my phone. When I noticed it was from Yoel, I didn't even bother checking it out.

Instead, I just cried in a daze for a long time until he came home. He even had an exquisite-looking box in his hand.

"When I was having dinner with Mr. Smith today, I asked the chef to prepare a cake for you. They laughed at me and said I was hopelessly in love."

I had always been touched by gestures like this in the past. However, I realized that day that everything he said and did was a lie. Rosa posted a picture on her social media an hour ago. She was having fine wine while looking at the night view on the top floor of the hotel where Yoel said he was.

Yoel noticed I didn't accept the gift and rush into his embrace like before. So, he bent down to kiss me on my lips.

His gentle actions made me fall in love repeatedly in the past. However, I could taste the red wine in his mouth this time, and I was in pain and disgusted.

After I pushed him away, he finally noticed the portrait I was holding in my arms. A weird look appeared on his face for a split second before he returned to his usual self.

"Why did you take that out again? Didn't I tell you not to look at it anymore? You're going to break my heart if you fall sick again out of depression."

Yoel would always say that whenever I missed Remy. I kept thinking that he was worried about my health. So, after a long time, I locked up all of Remy's belongings in a box.

In hindsight, it was all so ridiculous. The man I grew up with and loved so much was the man who killed my own son.

"I know how much you love children, Felicity. I think it's time for us to have another one."

He had drunk a lot that night, and he looked like he was slightly in a daze when he looked at me. Then, he hugged me from behind and intimately kissed the back of my ear over and over again.

I pushed him away by force and rushed into the bathroom, knocking into everything in my path.