After a while, a colleague came up and hugged Linda's shoulder, "What else could we talk about? Of course, we were saying how deep the love is between you and your husband."
Thinking about how I was forced to donate one of my hearts, Linda felt that I truly loved her deeply. Even though it was under pressure, at least I had helped her and saved a life.
Thinking of this, she forgave my sudden disappearance, but she was still angry that I wouldn't answer her calls.
A colleague noticed the melancholy on her face, "Is your husband in a bad mood?"
Linda stayed silent.
The colleague continued, "He just had surgery, feeling down is normal. You should be more understanding, do something to cheer him up."
Hearing this, Linda's brows gradually relaxed. She thought of how much I loved the pastries from the shop near home, so she decided to go home after work.
Linda carried the pastries back to our apartment, "Honey? I bought the pastries you like."
No one responded.
She had just set down the pastries when she saw the divorce papers I had placed on the table a week ago.
The moment she had asked me to donate my heart, I had already decided to divorce her.