My Husband Chose Her Over My Grave

“The transplant window is yours if you want it,” the cardiologist said, sliding the consent forms across the desk. “Mr. Holt spent half a decade and over fifty million securing this chance. Miss it, and no one on earth can save you after.”

I gave a faint nod before pushing the papers back.

“I won’t be using it.”

Five years ago, my family was set up and crushed under false charges. I had believed Stephen would stand beside me, would help me track down the only woman capable of proving their innocence — Seraphina Vale. Instead, he shielded her. Fell in love with her.