My husband hates me. He believes his mother died because of me. My sister hates me, too. She blames me for our parents’ deaths—and she’s in love with my husband. When Alexander threw the whip at Genevieve’s feet and said, “You want to stay by my side? Then finish the remaining fifty lashes,” she struck harder than he ever had. By the fiftieth, my mind went fuzzy, like I sensed death coming. “Alexander… I’m dying. I wish you happiness.” But death didn’t take me. I woke in a hospital bed to Alexander gripping my hand, eyes burning with a desperate kind of hope. “What happened that rainy night three years ago? How did my mom really die?” His voice cracked. “Just say one word, and I'll forgive you!” I knew I could end the nightmare if I told the truth. Instead, I looked at him in the eyes, my voice calm and cold. “I killed your mom on purpose.” The hope in Alexander's eyes faded away. His face went white. "Catherine, the thing I regret most in this life... is loving you. Let's get divorced." And I smiled—softly, finally freed. “That's Good.” Because now I can give my heart to your enemy... and die in your place.
Chapter 1
"Ms. Vaughn, your heart is a successful match, but let me ask you one last time. Are you really willing to donate your heart in place of the Flynn family?"
Catherine Vaughn stood in the yard, letting the rain fall on her. Her gaze into the distance showed relief.
"Yes, I am willing."
"Alright, we'll give you one week to sort things out. I'll have someone come pick you up then."
Catherine hung up the phone and walked into the living room.
When she looked at the underwear tossed on the floor, she seemed used to it. Her face looked numb as she went upstairs.
Everyone in their circle knew she was the most useless coward, and her husband, Alexander Flynn, switched women all the time.
He could sleep with any woman, just not his legal wife.
Catherine passed the main bedroom and heard moans inside. She glanced in without meaning to.
Her whole body went cold, and her eyes turned red at once.
She pushed the door open and saw her husband, shirtless, holding her sister, Genevi
