After Reborn, I Destroyed My Husband and His Mistress's LifeChapter 1
On the day of my heart transplant surgery, my husband, the hospital director, took all the doctors in the hospital, just because his childhood sweetheart had menstrual cramps.
I could only watch the heart I had been waiting for eight years, change its color and stop beating beside me. And since my chest cavity was opened, a piercing agony enveloped me.
Eighteen hours had passed, but no one entered the operating room.
With my own eyes, I watched the electrocardiogram turn into a straight line and I died at the hand of the husband I had supported.
After I died, James Hawtorn, my husband, deleted the only surveillance footage in the operating room and claimed that my weak body led to my death in the operating room.
Since my parents had nowhere to ask for help, they closed the doors and windows, turned the gas on and committed suicide on New Year's Eve.
James just stood in front of my house with cold eyes as he watched my parents dying in agony. He even forced them to sign the transfer of their properties. After that, he took his childhood sweetheart to live in a life of luxury.
When I opened my eyes again, I was returned to the day of my heart transplant surgery.
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“Go! Get all hospital medical staff to the top-floor VIP ward immediately. Wanda is having severe abdominal pain. There's no second to spare! Whoever arrives late won't get to keep their job!”
My husband's words made me snap back to my senses.
I glanced at the half-used syringe of anesthetic that was discarded beside me and the massive operating surgical lamp above me, then realized that I had been reborn!
And I was reborn on the very day of my heart transplant surgery.
In my previous life, I had dragged my sick body for eight years, waiting for this heart to be transplanted into me.
But on the very day of the surgery, because his childhood sweetheart, Wanda Gilmore, had menstrual cramps, James called every single medical staff member in the entire hospital to her ward. He even ordered the doctor who was halfway through administering my anesthesia to leave the operating room immediately.
After my repeated pleas and threats, James finally sent a random intern to perform my open-heart surgery.