The Price of a Heart

It was pouring heavily.

At the cemetery, I knelt before Coco's grave.

It had been over a month since she died , yet I couldn't bear to stay away. The rain grew heavier, forcing me to leave earlier than usual. I stumbled home.

As I opened the door, a wave of stifling warmth hit me.

In the dim living room, William, his shirt torn open, had Sophie pinned on the sofa. His hands dug into her thighs. "William, faster!" Sophie cried, her back arching like a wild animal.

Sweat poured from his forehead in rivulets, splattering onto Sophie's flushed, wanton face.

"So tight, baby," William growled,. "Much tighter than that old woman . She was so worn - out, nothing like you."

William growled. After he finished, he sat up, lighting a cigarette.

Sophie, with a smug look, grabbed William's arm. "You had backups. Why use Vivian's daughter for my transplant?"

"William," she drawled, "you know Vivian's been torn apart by losing her daughter. You had backups for my heart transplant. So why did you choose her daughter?"

William's face turned to stone.

"Your safety is all that counts. I won't take any chances."

"But your daughter died hating you! When Vivian finds out, she'll kill you!"

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

I couldn't believe that William had killed our daughter Coco.

William fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes hardened, "She is just a bastard! Before we got married, she was probably fooling around with some random guy and had that child. I was kept in the dark for all these years!"

He gently cupped Sophie's cheek. "Blood tests prove she's not mine. If Vivian wants my life, let her take it. Your happiness is all I care about."

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she playfully twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

"Come on then," William growled.

He roughly dragged Sophie towards him. "Let me see just how much you've been pining for me."

Sophie let out a soft, breathy giggle.

she leaned in and began to passionately kiss his dick.

he let out a deep, guttural moan, his hands instinctively gripping her waist tightly.

I fled, the rain pelting my face like shards of glass.

I stumbled through the storm - swept garden.

I crashed onto the cold, sodden earth.

Once, William told me that heart transplants had to be from a living body.

He ripped Coco'heart alive? No wonder he said Coco had rejection and wouldn't let me see her for the last time.

So, he had personally transplanted my heart into Sophie, and Coco had died on the operating table .

I spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Sophie appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing me coughing up blood, she quickly walked over.

Squatting down, she said with false sympathy,

"Vivian, what's wrong with you? Why are you coughing up blood!"

she helped me and half - carried me to the nearby recliner.

"Don't worry," she continued.

"William has arranged the best artificial heart for you. You'll have the replacement surgery in a few days. You'll surely get better after that."

A glimmer of imperceptible pride flashed in her eyes, yet she still pretended to be worried for me, gently patting my shoulder.

Once, I thought her and William's concern was genuine.

Every time I felt unwell, their comfort made me grateful, Now, looking back, I was so stupid.