He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 08

He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 08

“Lila, someone sent you a package.” 

During my third week at work, the receptionist carried over a big box. 

I checked the label–no sender’s name, local 

address. 

I opened it. Inside was a picture frame. 

No photo. Just a handwritten note. 

I knew Silas’s handwriting. 

It was covered in words: 

“Lila, birthday March 17. 

Allergies: osmanthus, mango, alcohol. 

Favorite flower: sunflowers. 

Favorite movie: Love Letter. 

Catchphrase: ‘Whatever‘ (but never really). 

Sleep habit: must hug a pillow. 

Fears: thunder, caterpillars. 

Favorite foods: sweet & sour pork ribs, spicy 

noodles, strawberry cake…” 

It filled the whole page. 

The last line read: 

“This is the real you I’ve gotten to know these past 

three weeks. I’m sorry it took three years.” 

I stared at the note for a long time. 

Then I closed the frame and tucked it deep in a 

drawer. 

Wren heard about it. For once, she didn’t call him 

names. 

“You’re softening?” 

“No.” 

“Lila, I’m not defending him. But what if he’s really 

trying to change?” 

“Wren, do you know what sunk cost is?” 

“Yeah. But feelings aren’t economics.” 

“They are to me. I gave three years of my heart to this marriage, and all I got was a lie. Now he says 

he wants to change. Why should I gamble again?” 

Wren didn’t say anything else. 

That night, I couldn’t sleep. 

Not because of Silas. Because my heart was 

beating way too fast. 

So fast I could barely breathe. 

I pressed a hand to my chest, breathing deep until 

it calmed down. 

The next day, I went to the hospital. The doctor said it was arrhythmia from stress. Nothing serious, but I needed rest. 

As I left the hospital, I saw someone unexpected by the door. 

A woman in her forties, wearing a black coat, elegant. 

She saw me, and her eyes turned red at once. 

“You’re Lila, right?” 

“Who are you…?” 

“I’m Mrs. Moore. Elowen’s mom.” 

I froze. 

She walked over and took my hand. 

Her palm was cold, trembling. 

“Honey, I’ve been looking for you for so long.” 

“Ma’am…” 

“I know you have Elowen’s heart.” Tears fell. “I’m 

not here to take it back. I just… wanted to hear it.” 

She pressed her hand to my left chest. 

The same move Silas always made. 

But her expression was different. 

Silas checked. Claimed. 

She grieved. Said goodbye. 

“It’s still beating.” She smiled, tears still streaming. “My Elowen’s still beating.” 

I stood there, letting a stranger cry against my 

chest. 

For no reason, I cried too. 

“Thank you, honey.” She wiped her tears. “Live well for me.” 

“Ma’am, I have to ask you something.” 

“Go on.” 

“Elowen’s will… did she write it herself?” 

Mrs. Moore blinked. “What will?” 

“The donation will. It said ‘Please give this heart to 

Silas Hale’s love.” 

Her face changed. 

From grief to confusion, then to shock. 

“That’s impossible.” 

“What?” 

“I signed Elowen’s donation papers. After she was 

brain dead, I agreed to donate her organs.” 

“The will only said one line: ‘May my organs help 

those in need.” 

“No names at all.” 

My mind reeled. 

“Then the one I saw…” 

“What one?” Mrs. Moore grabbed my hand. “Who showed you that?” 

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. 

If the real will never mentioned Silas’s name… 

Then who forged the one I saw?