“Honey… thanks to you tricking Sydney into signing the heart transfer, our son got the transplant. Poor Julien didn’t make it. Sydney didn’t throw a fit, right?”
What the hell did she just say?!
Sydney’s fists clenched so tightly her nails tore into her palms. Her ears rang. She couldn’t believe those words.
The next second, the familiar voice of his husband followed.
“She will never know that Julien’s heart went to Chicago,” he reassured Savannah.
Savannah giggled. “I knew you loved me and Chicago the most. Today’s our third anniversary since we registered our marriage. You’re not going anywhere…”
Sydney bit her lips. Tears wet her face, her complexion pale as paper.
His words were like a sharp blade dipped in arsenic, stirring violently in her heart, shredding flesh and bone, causing her whole body to tremble in pain.
The enormous shock and pain overwhelmed her like a tornado.
Julien was also his son! How could he bear to watch him die?!
Three years ago, their son was born with congenital heart disease. The doctor said that without a heart transplant, he wouldn’t live past three.