The Debt of a Borrowed Heart

Winnie deliberately brought my father out into the fields.

Right in front of him, she threw the body of his granddaughter into a pack of wild dogs and stood by as they tore into it.

My father screamed in agony, his heart breaking apart, but his crippled body left him powerless to resist.

Rage consumed him, then despair, until at last his gaze fixed on the ring in Winnie's hand.

His voice trembled with grief.

"Winnie… You're still wearing that ring. That means you haven't forgotten how good Andy was to you, so why… Why would you do something like this?"

Winnie lowered her eyes to the ring on her finger and froze for a moment.

That ring was a gift from me.

I had made it myself. Me, a pampered young heir who had never lifted a finger in his life.

My hands were so clumsy it was almost laughable, yet I stayed up night after night, painstakingly crafting that ring bit by bit.

When I finally gave it to her, she cried so hard she could barely speak.

As she rubbed the ring between her fingers, there was only coldness in her eyes.

She replied flatly, "I wear it to remind myself to never forget the pain of betrayal."

Maybe she truly had not forgotten.

Maybe she remembered more clearly than anyone how deeply we understood each other back then, how fiercely we believed in a beautiful future.

She hated me precisely because she remembered.

That memory was what drove her into madness.

Winnie suppressed the fleeting nostalgia in her eyes and spoke with icy indifference.

"Don't say such disgusting things. Desmond and I are getting married. Everything I've done was just revenge on that scumbag."

After harming so many people, she spoke of marriage as though it were nothing more than casual news.

My father's fury surged, his chest tightening, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Winnie clicked her tongue impatiently.

"Stop pretending. My patience is limited. If Andy doesn't show up soon, I'll throw you to the dogs too."

At that moment, the hospital director's call came through.

The director, Dr. Rachel Lewis, was a close friend of both Winnie and I. She had witnessed our love, and she knew my secret.

Before signing the donation agreement, I had cried and begged her to keep it hidden.

Rachel agreed.

After my death, she feared Winnie would interrogate her, so she frequently found excuses to leave the country.

Unable to find Rachel, Winnie resorted to extreme measures to force me out of hiding.

Rachel had been incredibly busy, traveling nonstop overseas for over half a year. She had only just returned when she learned of my mother's death.

The upright, principled doctor trembled as she dialed Winnie's number.

Winnie glanced at the caller ID, her expression softening slightly.

"Rachel? Why are you calling all of a sudden?"

Rachel's voice came through the phone, distorted but steady.

"Winnie, there's something I've been hiding for six years, but now… I have to tell you. I heard you've been searching for Andy. You even cut off his mother's treatment…

"Andy is already dead. He died six years ago. I personally removed his heart and transplanted it into your chest."

In just a few sentences, the truth buried for six years was laid bare.

The affair was a lie.

Moving abroad was a lie.

The only truth was the love that once burned fiercely, and the heart that continued to beat inside her.

Winnie's expression shattered.

Her beautiful face drained of all color, and the hand gripping the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.

The always composed, proud CEO completely lost her poise. Her voice rose, sharp with panic.

"What did you say?! How is that even possible…"