I married the daughter of a wealthy family.
Everyone said that I got a great deal.
Only I knew that Zoila Jenkins was getting close to me for some reasons.
She did it just for the heart that matched with her brother Ray Jenkins.
Finally, I had a car accident under Ray's design.
I gave my heart to him.
My wife had gone crazy.
Finally, she dug out the heart that belonged to me and beat herself to death in front of my grave.
1.
I died.
When my body lay in the operating room, I wanted to take a last look at my wife, but my soul uncontrollably drifted towards the outside of the emergency room. My wife, Zoila, was anxiously pacing outside the emergency room, her face filled with deep concern.
But the person she was worried about was not me, but her brother, Ray Jenkins, who was lying next to me undergoing an organ transplantation.
The anxiety on her face was something I had never seen in all the years since we had been married.
Thinking about this, I had a bitter feeling in my heart.
Why do I still feel sadness when I die?
I died in a car accident, the violent impact had already disfigured me, leaving only a weak and miserable body struggling to survive.
In the final moments of my life, as I repeatedly dialed my wife's number with the little strength I had left, all I heard was the cold and mechanical voice, saying that the line was unreachable.
Perhaps she was annoyed by my calls, and my wife finally blacklisted me.
Taking my last breath, I felt my soul left my body.
I floated in the air, watching as my body was taken away.
Because I had signed up for organ donation, and my heart was immediately matched with a patient who was waiting for surgery.
Until I floated into the operating room, I didn't know that Zoila had been ignoring calls all along because she was accompanying her good brother Ray for a matching surgery, and it was astonishing that he was using my heart.
I was floating next to her, watching as she blacklisted my phone number and carefully read through the post-operative instructions.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that the little girl I once held in high regard, who had never experienced any setbacks, could also love someone so wholeheartedly.
It was just that person she loved was not me.
2
The encounter between me and Zoila was like a destined plot in a novel.
At a celebration party that I was not qualified to attend, I was publicly mocked by my colleagues. When I was at a loss for words, Zoila Jenkins, dressed in formal attire, suddenly appeared and helped me out.
From then on, our live pace seemed to be accelerated as we were getting to know each other, understanding each other, and loving together.
People in high society felt sorry that Zoila, the daughter of a wealthy family, had married me, a junior programmer.
Zoila held my hand and announced firmly to everyone that she wanted to date me, and I was the best choice in her heart.
After getting married, she spared no effort to express her concern for me.
As a programmer, the most common thing for me was to stay up late in front of the computer and work tirelessly.
Since getting married, Zoila had become my housewife.
She supervised my exercise every morning, researched healthy recipes, and cared a lot about my physical health.
As time went by, I not only became the healthiest among my programmer colleagues, but also had a lot of hair grown.
Seeing Zoila sweetly supervising my exercise every day, I felt a burst of sweetness in my heart.
With a wife like her, what more could a husband ask for?
But now it seemed that everything was planned by her.
Perhaps her goal from the beginning was my heart.
3
The turning point happened during our first argument.
At that time, there was a new project in my company and I was specifically asked me to be the team leader, who was responsible for overall coordination work.
The leader even hinted that if this project went smoothly, I might have the opportunity to be promoted to the management level by the end of the year.
I was thrilled and more determined to seize this opportunity.
After all, I also wanted to show those who looked down on me that although I didn't have the wealth they had, I still had the ability to provide a good life for my wife.
I started endless overtime work, even eating and sleeping at the company. Finally, after several all-nighters, the project was completed perfectly.
Before I had a chance to tell my wife the good news, she got angry with me first.
It was a routine physical examination, and I didn't think much of it.
Since I got married to my wife, she had been regularly checking my physical health, with a small check every half month and a big check every month.
This time, the examination report showed that I had some high blood pressure, and I was used to it, after all, we all had some minor illnesses as programmers, but I didn't expect my wife, who was usually gentle and caring, to get angry.
"Joseph Louise, can't you pay attention to your own health?
"Your health is not only yours, it's also mine. What if something happens to you?"
With a crying tone, she scolded me and I held her tenderly in my arms, repeatedly assuring her that there wouldn't be next time, which finally calmed her down.
In the evening, my wife brought me milk, but I accidentally spilled it.
When I lay in bed pretending to sleep, I heard my wife murmuring to herself.
"Brother, I will never allow anything bad to your heart... Just wait a little longer, and you will be back soon. "
I lay stiffly in bed, unable to move.
There was a sound of the door, and my wife walked out.
I opened my eyes, stared at the pattern on the door and remained motionless.
It turned out that my wife had never slept beside me all these days.
Every morning when she woke me up, I would playfully try to hold her and sleep a little longer, but she always managed to avoid me.
I thought it was her self-discipline, but now I realized it was just an excuse for her to avoid contact with me.
I started to have bouts of insomnia, and even used overtime at work as an excuse to stay in the office all day and numb myself with work.
Until Zoila came to my office looking angry and told me to go home and rest.
My heart was touched again.
If there is no love, why did she marry me?
I kept numbing myself and gradually started to believe that there was love between us.
I willingly sank into the love vortex woven by Zoila.
I wanted to take a gamble and see what position I was in Zoila Jenkins's heart.
4.
There was no doubt.
I lost the bet.
I floated in the air, sarcastically watching the tears of joy below.
Zoila Jenkins finally got what she wanted, and my heart was given to her beloved brother.
"Brother, that's great... you can finally go rock climbing, your favorite activity."
Rock climbing.
It turned out that the extreme sports that Zoila often took me to do were the things that Ray Jenkins had always dreamed of.
Zoila was really cunning since she had prepared everything in advance for her brother.
Even my heart, covered by blood, had been prepared by her in advance to adapt to the rhythm of extreme sports for him.
It was really a deep sibling bond.
"It's thanks to this person who had a car accident, otherwise I would have to use Joseph Louise's heart..."
Zoila whispered, but I accurately caught her words.
"What?"
She didn't know that I was the one who donated the heart to Ray?
I never expected that I had given my life, but I couldn't even let them get my name
I only felt desolate in my heart, and for the first time, I hated the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.
"Yes, Zoila, I know how much you have sacrificed for this heart. But now, everything can be over.
"It can also be considered a good ending."
Not only me, but Ray also heard Zoila's whisper.
He looked at Zoila with concern, and his few words ended the relationship between us.
"Huh, he was lucky to provide his heart for my brother! Otherwise, I wouldn't even spare a glance at that old man!
"You how, I've been suffering a lot to live with him all these years."
Zoila didn't hesitate to slander me.
I didn't expect that all the moments we spent together meant nothing to her.
"Brother, you should know how much effort I put in to make him have a healthy body! He always lingered in his bed every morning, and he would never get up if I didn't say I would pick him up from work. And he loved to have junk food every day, which was so unhealthy! All this made me feel so worried."
When it came to me, Zoila seemed to never stop complaining.
But for some reason, I could hear a hint of sweetness in these complaints.
I shook my head, thinking that I must have been hit stupid since I didn't think it to be possible.
After all, she approached me and took care of me just to make her brother have a healthy heart.
Ray Jenkins, whose face suddenly changed, interrupted his wife who was still talking incessantly.
"Sister, it hurts..."
Her brother, who had never showed any vulnerability, suddenly showed weakness, making her even more distressed.
"Brother, I knew this heart is not as good as Joseph's because I don't know where that person came from. His heart is not as healthy as Joseph's after I supervised every day... Come on."
As I watched Zoila who seemed to be crying or laughing, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. You didn't expect that this heart is the one you have always dreamed of, right?
My wife hurriedly called the doctor in, but secretly slipped out of the ward.
I followed her, wanting to see what could make her give up on her brother who was being rescued and she still had to go to do something.
My wife stood outside the ward, took out her phone, and kept dialing.
I floated over and saw that it was my number.
The line was not through, so she opened WhatsApp and kept making voice calls.
This was the first time I have made Zoila so anxious to find me.
In the past, it was always me who kept looking for my wife, and she kept rejecting my calls.
She always wanted to find me as soon as possible, but she always had reasons for not answering my phone.
Perhaps this was what they called double standards.
Seeing that I didn't answer her calls, Zoila kept muttering viciously.
"Joseph Louise, how dare you not answer my call? Don't think that everything will be find when you don't need to donate a heart to my brother, you must know that you will always be the source of his heart!"
I smiled bitterly in the air, thinking that it was not that I didn't want to answer, but I simply didn't have the chance to do that.
If I had the chance, I really wanted to answer the call and ask her.
I wanted to ask her what our relationship was.
5
It seemed to be just a small episode.
My wife immediately devoted herself to meticulous care.
When Ray wanted to drink soup, my wife made soup for him in different ways every day.
Looking at my wife learning soup cooking skills little by little and the scars on her fingers caused by cutting ingredients, I felt bitter in my heart as I looked at the scars on my fingers.
When Zoila was sick and had a high fever, she kept mumbling about wanting to drink chestnut chicken leg soup.
When the chef brought the dish, she didn't even pay any attention to it and shouted that she only wanted to have what I made.
As Zoila said something casually, I had to spend the whole afternoon in the kitchen.
I wasted countless ingredients and got numerous wounds on my hands, but finally I made a pot of decent chicken soup.
When I handed it to her, she was delighted.
But when she saw the wounds on my hands, she immediately turned cold from happiness as if I had done something terribly wrong.
She didn't even taste the soup I made with so much effort and poured it away.
Her words at that time were still deeply engraved in my heart that I couldn't forget them until now.
"Joseph Louise, the most important thing for you is to take care of your body, and you can't suffer any harm on your body, not even from me. Do you understand?
Don't do this self-righteous thing in the future, and it's better to exercise yourself with this time. By the way, I noticed that your recent blood sugar is a bit high in the medical examination report."
It turned out that in order to protect her brother's heart in the future, she could be so ruthless that she wouldn't even allow herself to harm me.
When Ray said that it tasted good, she could also go into the kitchen to cook for a whole day because of a casual remark from him due to his casual request for a drink.
It turned out that the Miss who always looked superior in front of me never showed me her softest side.
Unfortunately, I understood all of this too late.
At that time, I naively thought that Zoila finally started to care about me and truly cared about me.
I even told myself that she loved me, which was without a doubt.
Until Ray Jenkins returned to the country, a ripple appeared in my peaceful life.
Her false disguise was finally torn apart.
6
When Ray Jenkins casually mentioned wanting to drink chicken soup, my wife remembered her favorite chestnut chicken leg soup.
I followed her and watched her busy cooking in the kitchen, but she was still unable to make the taste she desired. Even after flipping through the recipe, it was of no use.
Finally, she thought of me.
She remembered the bowl of chestnut chicken leg soup that was ruthlessly thrown away by her at the beginning.
She habitually opened the WhatsApp, but was stunned when she saw her last calls on the screen.