No Heart Left to Save Us

On the day of my mother's heart transplant surgery, my husband Ethan snatched away the heart meant to save her.

He gave it to his childhood sweetheart, Autumn. She wasn't even sick.

My mother died on the operating table, while he held Autumn in his arms, watching the sunset by the sea.

Autumn framed me for hurting her child, so Ethan threw me to the wolves.

I was torn apart, and I lost the baby because of it.

Later I learned he'd been hypnotized, with all his memories of loving me sealed away.

But so what? Who will pay for my child's life? For my mother's life?