The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 850

"You actually believe you saved me, but keeping me alive has been nothing but absolute torture! Finally, this heart has punished me enough and it's giving out. I was finally going to be free, but you insisted on cutting me open again. You were going to slaughter another innocent person just for me!"

"I never wanted to hurt anyone! I never wanted this!"

Listening to his son's hysterical, soul-crushing breakdown, Harvey froze completely. It wasn't the first time Heath had expressed these feelings, but it was undeniably the first time Harvey actually heard them.

"You... you didn't want to live. Everything I sacrificed... was just torturing you..." Harvey muttered those words over and over, completely incapable of processing the devastating reality.

Heather covered her face and burst into manic laughter. "I destroyed my entire life, and all I get is 'living is torture'."

Her mind shattered. The crushing weight of regret finally hit her, but it was far too late.

All three of them were officially in custody. The officers escorted them to the squad cars one by one.

Heath was the last to leave. Before stepping out, he turned to Penelope and Theodore and offered a deeply respectful, solemn bow.

"I know my time is up. I'm asking you, please, when I die, have the doctors take this heart out of my chest and give it back to Norton."

Penelope offered a bitter smile. "That doesn't change anything."

"No, but it means everything to me. I don't want to leave this world with someone else's life still inside me."

Penelope exhaled slowly. "I don't even know if the hospital will legally allow that."

"I'm sorry. Please... just tell Norton I said I'm sorry."

With those final words, Heath turned and followed the officers out the door.

Penelope let out a long, shaky breath and turned to check on Theodore. To her horror, his face was deathly pale, and his posture was completely rigid.

"Theo, what's wrong?" she asked, rushing to his side.

Theodore swayed on his feet, barely managing to keep his balance by leaning heavily against the wooden table. He was gasping for air.

Terrified by his sudden collapse, Penelope grabbed his arm. "I'm taking you to the hospital!"

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