After Reborn, I Destroyed My Husband and His Mistress's Life

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.