Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

The day before my wedding, my mother discovered my fiancé spending time with his niece. Furious, her heart disease flared up, leading to an emergency transplant.

Fortunately, I had already been matched as a donor for her. Without hesitation, I chose to give her my heart and rely on an artificial one for myself.

Faced with the staggering cost of the surgery, I turned to my fiancé for help. He claimed he did not have enough cash and left to arrange the marriage certificate with Yvonne instead.

In my desperation, Heinry appeared again. This time, he not only covered all the expenses but also performed the surgery himself.

When I woke up, Heinry broke the devastating news. He told me that my mother had suffered a rejection during the transplant. The surgery had failed and she was gone forever.

Tears streamed down my face as he held me in his arms. With a tenderness I did not expect, he confessed his love for me and begged me to stay by my side for the rest of my life.

Seven years into our marriage, I overheard a conversation between Heinry and his friend.

"So you were the one who gave Wendy’s heart to Yvonne while her mother was still alive? That’s beyond cruel."

"I had no choice. Who else’s heart would have matched Yvonne’s so perfectly?"

"But we’d already found a suitable donor back then! Yvonne only needed to wait another half a day. Why the rush?"

Heinry let out a heavy sigh. "I couldn’t stand to see Yvonne suffer. Even a second of discomfort was too much for me."

In the study room across the door, Heinry blew out a smoke ring and then spoke with a calm tinged with a complexity voice.

"If the rules of this world forbid me from marrying her, then I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure Yvonne’s safety for the rest of her life."

His friend Zach’s tone was heavy with guilt and unease.

"But Wendy’s blood type is rare. Finding a matching heart for her has always been difficult. Over the years, she’s endured so much. She keeps coughing up blood, suffers constant chest pain, even it was difficult for her to have children."

"And don’t forget, her artificial heart has only one month left. It must be replaced with a new one soon. Do you want her to endure the agony of surgery for the rest of her life? Wendy loves you deeply. You have to give her back her heart! You’ve already secured several backups for Yvonne."

Heinry refused without even thinking about it. "No! The more backup hearts we have for Yvonne, the better her safety is ensured. I will never gamble with her health."

Zach’s frustration flared. "And what about Wendy? I can still see the way her mother died with blood, tears and hatred in her eyes. Aren't you afraid Wendy will come after you with everything she has once she finds out the truth?"

For a moment, Heinry was silent. Then, with a selfdeprecating laugh, he said, "If she wants my life, she can have it. I’ve been prepared to dedicate my life to her care anyway. As long as Yvonne is happy, I’ll die without regrets."

The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the study door handle, my entire body trembling uncontrollably.

I recorded everything on my phone. Before Heinry could sense my presence, I fled back to the bedroom in despair and collapsed onto the floor.

My body, weakened by the artificial heart, struggled to adjust. Frequent bouts of coughing up blood and searing chest pain had become my reality.

Heinry had once told me that heart transplants required living donors. Since my mother had passed away, replacing my heart was no longer an option.

At the time, I accepted it. At least, my heart could always would always remain with my mother.

No wonder, when I begged to see my mother one last time, Heinry took charge of her funeral arrangements, claiming I was too frail to leave my bed after the surgery.

But now, the cruel truth shattered me. His socalled redemption and affection were nothing but façades, raised by a devil in disguise. He had never performed any surgery on my mother at all!

Neither I nor my mother were anything more than sacrifices on Heinry’s altar for the woman he loved!

To preserve his lies, he even had the audacity to push my mother into the operating room first, forcing her to watch with her own eyes as her daughter’s heart was removed and given to someone else until she died in tears, powerless to do anything!

Even without my heart, my chest still ached so much that I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Wendy?"

Heinry appeared out of nowhere. The moment he saw me vomiting blood again, he rushed to my side, carried me to the bed and wiped the blood from my mouth with an expression of deep distress.

"I'm sorry, Wendy. I didn’t take good care of you. Don’t worry, I’ve arranged for the best artificial heart and it’ll be replaced in a few days,"

The red rings under his eyes seemed to shimmer with guilt, his reaction so familiar. It was exactly the same as every other time he had seen me in pain over the years.

Back then, I thought he truly felt sorry for me. I had always pretended to be strong, reassuring him that everything was fine.

Looking back now, I could not believe how foolish I was.

"Heinry, I’ve been in so much pain all these years. Can I stop using the artificial heart?"

Hadn’t you already prepared several backup heart sources for Yvonne? Couldn’t you… give me my heart back?

He froze for only a moment before regaining his composure. Smiling, he reached out to stroke my head and said, "Wendy, don’t say such silly things. There’s no suitable heart for you. Without the artificial heart, you wouldn’t survive. Do you want me to stand by and watch you die? If that’s the case, you might as well kill me first."

No?

But the heart beating in Yvonne’s chest was mine.

A chilling numbness spread through my body as I forced a smile. "You're right. I was being silly."

That night, I filled the bathtub for him, adding an entire bottle of sleepaid essential oil under the guise of helping him relax.

When he returned, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps in his dreams, he saw the person he longed for most because he murmured her name.

"Yvonne… I’ll protect you, no matter the cost… even if it kills me."

I stood there, staring at the man I had loved for seven long years. At last, the tears I had been holding back began to fall.

I called my best friend, a doctor who had just returned to this country after years of working in Africa.

"I want to ask you to perform a heart surgery on me."

"Yes, I’m sure. See you in three days."

What was so frightening about death?

After all, death was the ultimate release from pain.

After hanging up the phone, I quietly took Heinry’s phone and went into the study.

Sure enough, today was Yvonne’s birthday.

I had never known that Heinry had a hidden Instagram account until now.

He probably forgot to switch to his main account back. His avatar was a minimalist design with one stylized word. Aiyan.

So straightforward. So shameless.

Curious, I tapped into his feed. It was a shrine to Yvonne and every post was a declaration of his obsession and flamboyant devotion.

[The first day I arrived at the Spencer Family house, I met Yvonne Spencer and suddenly understood what a heartbeat feels like.]

[Yvonne got married and I went mad with jealousy. I wanted to keep her with me, hidden inside my body, mine alone.]

[I kept thinking about Yvonne today. I know Wendy’s body is fragile, but I couldn’t help myself. I missed her so much that I kept calling her name in my heart, over and over, as though wishing I could change the person under me into her…]

In addition, he gave Yvonne Spencer various luxury jewelry and designer handbags.

He had even purchased a heartshaped private island abroad in her name.

And all these years, the only thing Heinry had ever given me was this artificial heart that brought me a constant source of suffering and endless torment.

While I grieved the loss of my mother and endured the agony of coughing up blood, Yvonne was lounging on the soft sands of her island paradise, basking in the sun.

My hands trembled as I held the phone. Rage and nausea twisted through me. I stumbled back and retched.

As I leaned against the bookshelf for support, my hand brushed against something and a book fell to the floor.

But when I picked it up, I realized it it was actually a box, disguised with a book’s cover.

Inside, I found several certificates for “voluntary heart donation” and stacks of remittance receipts.

Heinry sent large sums of money to the families of heart donors every month.

There was only one condition. The donors were forbidden from giving their hearts to anyone else. If Yvonne needed it, they were obligated to donate immediately.

The last certificate in the box was mine. But the recipient of the donation had been changed from my mother to Yvonne.

I recalled the day Heinry handed me a stack of documents to sign, insisting they were required for the surgery preparations. Desperate to save my mother, I barely glanced at them before signing.

This certificate must have been slipped in among them and my mother’s original document was most likely destroyed long ago.

Heinry, you truly went to great lengths for Yvonne.

Later, I printed out the divorce agreement and sat on the sofa, a wave of loneliness engulfing me. The grief weighed so heavily on my chest that sleep was impossible.

The next morning, Heinry was oblivious to my turmoil and assumed I had simply risen early.

Perhaps guilt from seeing me cough up blood the previous night spurred him on, so he prepared a meticulously balanced breakfast, every dish rich with nutrients.

When I remained still at the table, his voice tinged with concern.

"Wendy, why aren’t you eating? Are you in a bad mood?"

"It's nothing. I just miss my mother."

He sighed.

"Wendy, you’re not the only one. I think of her all the time, too. She was such a kind, selfless person... but because of me, I couldn’t save her when it mattered. I still remember her holding my hand, asking us to promise to live a happy life together."

If my mother had had even an ounce of strength left to lift her hand, it would have been to strangle him to death.

Looking at the practiced sorrow on his face, I could not help but feel a bitter wave of sarcasm.

I was about to bring up the divorce, but Heinry spoke first casually as if he were making a passing suggestion.

"Wendy, you’ve been feeling down for a while now. Yvonne is coming back to China today and it’s her birthday. There’s a family dinner at the old house. Why don’t we go? It might cheer you up a bit."

"I know you haven’t wanted to see her since... what happened with Mom. But so many years have passed. Yvonne didn’t mean for any of that to happen. After all, we’re family. She’s always been sensitive. If we don’t go, I’m afraid she’ll be hurt…"

So this was his real purpose today. All that pretense of care was just a way to see his beloved.

I cut him off coldly, "Whatever."

Heinry smiled, relieved.

"I knew my Wendy was the most understanding."

As soon as we entered the old house, the sight before me was almost nauseating. Yvonne Spencer, dressed like a noble princess, clung to my motherinlaw’s arm, acting coquettishly.

My motherinlaw beamed with delight, indulging her every whim, even feeding her slices of fresh fruit into her mouth.

She was adored and spoiled in every possible way.

Yvonne spotted me immediately. She turned to my motherinlaw and said it with a tone that was laced with malice.

"Grandma, you’ve fattened me up with all your treats! Now that Aunt Wendy is here, why don’t you give her the leftovers? I don’t like it and she doesn’t have a mother, so…"

My motherinlaw followed her gaze and noticed me for the first time. Her eyes swept over my plain clothes and a sneer curled on her lips.

"Who invited you, a sickly wretch, to come here? Do you want to bring your bad luck and poverty into our lives?"

"Our Spencer Family is a distinguished family of doctors, yet you walk around looking like a beggar. Do you have any idea how much shame you’ve brought to my son? Married for years and can’t even give him a child. Useless and brainless, just like your damn mother. Did she never teach you how to behave?"

Heinry was not even a biological member of their family. He was the child his stepmother brought into the marriage.

Perhaps out of insecurity, she had always insisted that he marry a woman from a strong family to ensure his place in the household.

Years later, after Yvonne’s father died in a car accident, Heinry proved himself. He earned fame as the “golden scalpel” and won over my fatherinlaw, who entrusted him with the family business.

Only then did my motherinlaw grudgingly agree to our marriage.

Because my physical condition made pregnancy impossible, my motherinlaw, who had been desperate for a grandchild, grew increasingly dissatisfied with me.

In the past, Heinry would at least defend me, offering a few placating words to smooth things over. But now, his eyes were constantly drawn to Yvonne, brimming with an unmistakable longing he no longer bothered to hide.

Yvonne bounded over to him, latching onto his arm with practiced affection as she said coquettishly, "Uncle, did you bring me a gift?"

Heinry pinched her cheek affectionately. "Of course."

Twentyeight luxurious and highend designer dresses were wheeled in, each paired with an equally extravagant set of jewelry.

The twentyeighth was Yvonne's age on this birthday.

Overjoyed, Yvonne planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Wow! Uncle, you really love me the most. These are all limited editions! But Uncle, you’re spending so much on me... What if some people get upset?"

Only then did Heinry seem to remember my presence. His gaze shifted awkwardly toward me and the shabby clothes I wore seemed even more glaring amidst the dazzling display of wealth.

In all our years together, Heinry had never once remembered my birthday. He had certainly never given me anything extravagant as these dresses and jewelry.

He looked at me awkwardly and reached out to take my hand, his tone full of hesitation, "Wendy, don’t think too much. I’m Yvonne’s uncle and I just…"

Before he could finish, Yvonne clutched her chest dramatically and frowned.

"Uncle, I feel... strange. My heart... My chest feels tight. Could it be... my heart condition acting up again?"

At once, Heinry dropped my hand as if it burned him. He turned to Yvonne, his expression etched with panic as he pulled her into his arms.

"What’s wrong? Why are you feeling like this all of a sudden? Does it hurt? No, I can’t take any risks. I need to check you immediately."

After finishing his words, Heinry lifted Yvonne into his arms in front of all the guests, carrying her upstairs without so much as a backward glance.

The relatives’ gazes filled with scorn as they turned their attention to me.

"No wonder Heinry would rather shower Yvonne with dresses and jewelry than spare even a single gift for her. A woman of such lowly origins doesn’t deserve to be the Spencer Family’s daughterinlaw, let alone enjoy fine things."

"If it weren’t for the fact that Heinry is her uncle by marriage, do you think he would’ve ever married her? Maybe she used her mother’s death to blackmail him into it. Shameless! She probably stepped on her own mother’s grave just to climb into wealth!"

The murmurs grew louder. My motherinlaw was clearly embarrassed and she did not hesitate to berate me.

"You’re such a disgrace! Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Get out of here! Haven’t you humiliated our family enough already?"

"It’s a miracle my son even agreed to operate on your goodfornothing mother! She died because she wasn’t strong enough and now you dare to act ungrateful? Worse, you have the audacity to blackmail him? Shameless. Mark my words! Karma will catch up with you someday!"

My fists clenched tightly beneath my sleeves, but I forced a weak smile. Yes, meeting Heinry Spencer was my greatest punishment.

The thought of the divorce agreement tucked safely in my bag strengthened my resolve. Without a word, I turned and headed upstairs to find Heinry.

But on the secondfloor balcony, there they were. Heinry and Yvonne were locked in an intimate embrace.

Yvonne leaned casually against the railing, her arms looped around his neck.

"Heinry, listen carefully. Does my heart still feel tight? Hmm?"

"Yvonne, we can’t..."

Heinry’s voice was strained, but his perfectly tailored trousers had already shown his true desire.

Yvonne took the initiative, her lips brushing his as she spoke seductively, "Don’t you want me? I know you do. I know your heart belongs only to me and mine to you. Even if you married someone else because of what society expects, your body is still mine. So let’s stop pretending... just this once…"

Heinry’s restraint crumbled. He seized Yvonne by the back of her head and kissed her hungrily.

The air filled with the sound of ripping fabric and an unbearable moan of ecstasy.

Hearing Heinry’s heartwrenching words of love, my vision blurred as tears spilled uncontrollably. I covered my mouth and ran out of the villa.

I had no idea how long I sat by the door, but suddenly, a bowl of scalding hot instant noodles splashed onto my chest, making me cry out in shock and pain.

Yvonne had changed into fresh clothes and appeared with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Wendy Dawson, did you enjoy our show just now? Your pathetic retreat looked just like a dog running away with its tail between its legs."

So, she had seen me.

"I heard your body isn’t adapting well to that artificial heart of yours. It must be painful, coughing up blood and dealing with that constant ache, huh? It must be frustrating, too, not being able to fully enjoy a man’s love. But me? It’s different. I can enjoy any position I want, as exciting as it gets. Funny, though. You’re such a waste, yet your heart works pretty well. I felt amazing just now."

"You actually had the nerve to marry my little uncle and think you could take him away from me? Keep dreaming. His heart belongs to me and me alone. You’re nothing more than a walking vessel, a heart donor for me to use."

"Actually, that day wasn’t the first time your mother caught me with your fiancé. She dared to call me shameless, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I kidnapped her and slept with your fiancé right in front of her face. Oh, you should’ve seen her. She was so furious she had a heart attack. And when you begged to give her your heart, I faked an attack myself. But your dear uncle couldn’t bear to wait even a second. He didn’t hesitate to give me your heart instead."

"Ah, by the way, you were unconscious at the time, so you probably missed the best part, your mother’s face. Her arms stretched out so desperately, her eyes bulging wide open. She wanted to strangle us both to death. It was too bad she could only watch and she survived long enough to see everything. She was furious. Serves her right for daring to insult me. I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way."

I widened my eyes in disbelief. I had never imagined this could be the truth behind my mother’s heart attack.

My entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. These people… how could they act so righteous, so selfassured after destroying my mother’s life?

My hand shot up, but before I could strike her, Yvonne doused herself with the bottle of wine and let out an earpiercing scream.

The next moment, a forceful shove knocked me to the ground.

Heinry appeared, pulling Yvonne into his arms. He roared as he turned to me.

"Wendy, what do you think you’re doing?!"

Yvonne sobbed as she told him, "Uncle, I just saw that Aunt Wendy hadn’t eaten, so I wanted to bring her some food and wine. But she accused me of making her mother so angry that she spilled the food and poured wine all over me. If you had come any later, Yvonne might not have survived her torture."

"The wine and instant noodles earlier were prepared by me personally. I know they’re not fancy or expensive, but they came from the heart. I even burned my hands with the hot water…"

Heinry’s face darkened instantly.

"Wendy, your mother had a heart attack because she couldn’t handle things and insisted on meddling in her children’s affairs. Before marriage, it’s normal for people to have a change of heart. Yvonne was being thoughtful and worried you hadn’t eaten, but instead of appreciating her effort, did you act like this? How can you blame her for everything?"

I was stunned by his words.

"Heinry, tell me the truth. How did my mother die? Did you really give her my heart?"

Heinry frowned.

"Of course. Didn’t I tell you? Your mother had a rejection reaction after the surgery. Heart transplantation is risky by nature. This is common knowledge. And yet here you are, ignoring all that, lashing out at Yvonne? You owe her an apology for your behavior."

I let out a bitter laugh as tears spilled down my cheeks.

This was the man I had loved for seven years, yet he would not even tell me the truth.

In a fit of rage, I grabbed the wine bottle from the ground, ignoring the broken edges and tipped what was left into my mouth. The sharp shards of glass cut into my lips.

The moment the fiery alcohol burned its way down my throat, the sharp pain in my heart felt as though it might tear me apart.

Heinry's eyes widened in panic as he shouted urgently, "Wendy, your body can't handle alcohol. Stop it!"

I threw the bottle onto the ground as I smiled at him bitterly.

"Heinry, you're right. How can anyone reject someone else's sincerity? So I drank the heart of your beloved. Does that make you satisfied?"

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked away without hesitation.

Heinry instinctively reached out to stop me, but Yvonne clung to him tightly. "Uncle, Yvonne's heart hurts again. Perhaps I was too scared of Aunt Wendy just now..."

Heinry glanced at my retreating figure, hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end, he did not come after me.

That night, Heinry never came home.

I spent the evening packing up all my belongings. Then, one by one, I burned them all.

I did not receive any call until the next day.

"Wendy, it was my fault yesterday. I know your mother's death caused you deep pain. I shouldn't have said those things."

"But Yvonne's heart is weak. I'm afraid something might happen to her and I wouldn't know how to face her family if it did. As her uncle, I have to take care of her."

I replied calmly, "It's okay. I acted impulsively yesterday. Please, take good care of her."

"You drank wine yesterday and I know your heart must be hurting. Don't worry. I’ve already arranged to replace your artificial heart tomorrow. Rest well tonight. I'll come by to pick you up in the morning."

"All right."

But the next morning, Heinry did not come.

Perhaps it was just as well. Not all goodbyes require facetoface closure anyway.

I left the signed divorce papers on the table and walked out the door.

When I arrived at the hospital doors, Heinry called me. His tone was apologetic as he spoke, "Sorry, Wendy, there’s a patient who needs resuscitation. I have to complete the operation. I’ll help you replace the artificial heart tonight. I’ll send an assistant to pick you up."

"Tomorrow is our seventh wedding anniversary. Once everything is ready, I’ll take you to eat something delicious."

Well, a very valid reason, perfectly suitable for lying.

Heinry had no idea that Yvonne had already sent me a direct message before.

Because “I” had spilled wine on a dress she had stained yesterday, Heinry was now taking her to a jewelry auction as compensation. He was preparing to bid on the grand finale of the event, the world’s only pink diamond necklace.

This was the first time he remembered our wedding anniversary, but it was so he could be with another woman.

"All right. I also have prepared you a gift."

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

I put the phone down, took one last look at the clear blue sky and stepped into the hospital without a glance back.

Goodbye, Heinry Spencer.

On the other side, after successfully acquiring the pink diamond necklace for Yvonne, Heinry took her to a candlelit dinner. Afterward, he hurried to the hospital with her.

When they arrived, he realized that Wendy had not shown up yet.

He checked the time. It was midnight.

Why hasn't Wendy come yet?

Just as he was about to call his wife, his assistant rushed over, holding a box.

"Mr. Spencer, Madam isn’t at home. Someone brought this over, saying it’s a gift from Madam to you."

Heinry let out a helpless smile. "So Wendy went off to prepare a gift for me? She loves these little surprises."

He imagined Wendy hiding in some corner of the hospital corridor, her phone camera secretly turned on, ready to capture his surprised reaction when he opened the gift just like she had done for the past few anniversaries.

The thought of her sneaky, adorable habit melted his heart.

He regretted being so harsh on her that day. Yet, despite everything, she was not even angry that he had arrived late.

Heinry gestured to the assistant to open the box. He decided that no matter what was inside, he would make sure to look delighted. He would never let Wendy down again.

The box was opened the next second.

The moment Heinry clearly saw what was inside, his face went pale.