My Husband Gave Our Baby’s Heart to His Mistress

It was Ridge Thomas.

My heart was racing, pounding like a drum.

What child? What heart?

Every word he said echoed in my head, and a terrible feeling rose from deep within me.

My hands trembled as I quietly pressed down on the door handle.

Through the crack, I saw Ridge comforting another woman, whispering tender words.

The woman beside him was softly whimpering, her demeanor full of fragile grace.

“Ridge, thank you. Without this heart, my child would have truly died from heart failure.”

I stared at the woman's face, feeling the blood rush through my veins.

It was none other than my stepsister, Morgan Simmons.

My husband had donated our child's heart to save my stepsister's daughter.

The shock of this realization hit me like a hammer, and it felt as though the world had come to a standstill.

When I came to my senses, Ridge was gripping my upraised hand tightly.

“Esme! Calm down!”

He shoved me aside angrily, fiercely protecting Morgan, who sobbed behind him.

Seeing my pale face, Ridge realized his mistake and quickly stepped forward to reach for me.

“Esme, listen to me...”

He looked anxious, as if he were carrying a burden too heavy to bear.

I shook off his hand violently, my voice cutting through the air like a knife: “What are you going to explain?”

“I heard everything! You sacrificed my child to save her daughter!”

One thought dominated my mind—I wanted these traitors to pay.

Suddenly, I was pushed back, and my waist collided with the corner of the table, bending me over in pain.

Ridge looked down at me, his eyes once tender but now cold and unfeeling.

“Esme, I told you, Myla died in an accident.”

“Donating her organs was meant to ease family tensions. Myla was my child; how could I not care?”

Morgan, still crying, reached my side and dropped to her knees.

“Esme, it’s my fault. I had no choice but to beg Ridge to sign the organ donation agreement.”

“I did it for my child. Don’t blame Ridge.”

“Myla truly died in an accident. If you hate me, I'm willing to pay for your daughter's life.”

Anger burned in my eyes as I lunged forward, my hands wrapping tightly around Morgan’s throat.

“Enough!”

With a sharp shout, I felt my insides convulsing.

Morgan coughed weakly.

Ridge’s momentary guilt disappeared entirely.

He helped Morgan up frantically, soothing her gently, and when he looked at me again, it was as if he saw an enemy.

“Esme, how can you be so selfish? I told you Myla's death wasn’t anyone’s fault—it was an accident!”

“Aadhya is your niece; saving her was our child's blessing!”

“Let me tell you, if anything happens to Morgan, I won’t let you off the hook!”

Having said his piece, he cradled Morgan in his arms and kicked the door open, leaving without noticing the blood pooling in my mouth.

I sank to the floor, tears streaming down.

Ridge Thomas, my feelings for you end here.