The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost (Sarah and Alexander) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

“You’re exactly the same as seven years ago – everything’s about money with you!” 

I stood 

up, looking at Alexander’s healthy physique. A faint smile crossed my lips as I picked up my medical records. 

“Since you know how much I love money, Mr. Morgan, perhaps you’d like to lend me 

more?” 

Emily burst into tears, clutching his strong arm while shooting me a look full of mockery 

and malice. 

“Darling, what if she’s telling the truth?” she sniffled. “Besides 

it was Sarah who 

abandoned you, and then that kind donor’s heart saved your life! Shouldn’t we help her?” 

Her words seemed to remind Alexander of how I had supposedly left him for money. The anger and hesitation in his eyes instantly froze over. 

“A donor’s heart can’t save someone without a shred of humanity. She doesn’t deserve it.” 

As Alexander turned to leave with Emily, she continued pleading. But in the split second she 

looked back at me, her lips curled into a cruel smirk. 

I picked up my medical records, now covered in Emily’s footprints. Suddenly, my artificial 

heart began to flutter unnaturally. My vision blurred as they walked away. After a while, I 

wiped the blood from my lips, staring at the words “artificial heart replacement.” 

My fingers traced the seven–year–old scar across my chest. Alexander still didn’t know – the heart beating in his chest was mine. 

Seven years ago, when we couldn’t find a matching donor, Alexander grew weaker by the day. Artificial heart technology wasn’t advanced then. In theory, it could sustain basic life functions, but the risks were numerous. 

After learning I was a match, I arranged to give him my heart. I received the cheapest. 

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artificial heart with a theoretical lifespan of seven years – it was all we could afford. 

Since then, my chest would randomly seize with pain. Coughing up blood and sudden weakness became my new normal. Without money, I kept postponing the surgery for a 

newer artificial heart. 

Now, seven years had passed. The artificial heart in my chest sent its seventh warning pulse. I knew it had reached its limit. 

After leaving the hospital, I returned to my rented apartment. The room was small, damp, and freezing in winter, sweltering in summer- but the rent was cheap. This was where Alexander and I once lived, where we’d dreamed about our future together. 

When I learned my heart was a match for his, I pretended to be a gold digger and handed 

him divorce papers. 

We’d been together for five years. Through all the hardships, I never complained once, staying faithfully by his side. He knew how deeply I loved him and couldn’t believe I would leave. And I knew he loved me to his core. 

If he had known the truth, he would never have let me trade my life for his. So I had to be cruel, pretending I’d had enough enough of the endless struggles by his side, enough of living without hope, enough of generic medications, one meal a day, drinking tap water when thirsty, eating stale bread when hungry, stretching every dollar until it screamed. 

I told him I was done with it all. 

I still remember that day – this proud man who had never feared hardship or pain broke down crying as he signed the divorce papers. 

And I signed my organ donation forms. 

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