He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 13

He Married Me for the Heart Inside My Chest Chapter 13

The next day, public opinion spiraled out of control 

again. 

Vera Bennett wouldn’t back down. She paid off a 

so–called insider. 

The insider posted a video claiming: [Lila Voss 

knew Silas Hale before her surgery. She 

manipulated Elowen Moore into donating her 

organs, all to steal her heart.] 

The rumor was absurd. Vicious. 

Yet in an online world obsessed with viral bait, 

thousands bought it. 

Some even dug up my family’s address. 

Mom called, sobbing too hard to speak clearly. 

“Lila… someone spray–painted red paint on our 

door. They’re calling you a murderer…” 

“Mom, move to a hotel for now. Don’t go outside.” 

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone. 

Vera was gunning for character assassination and 

social ostracism, one–two punch. 

She wanted to strip me of any place in society. 

Even get me arrested. 

Meanwhile, Silas Hale released a public 

statement. 

He didn’t deny the heart transplant. Just vague 

words: “Lila Voss is my only wife. I’ll handle our 

family matters.” 

That vague tone made netizens see it as weak 

protection, proof he knew the truth. 

[See? He’s admitting it. That woman’s definitely 

hiding something.] 

[Mr. Hale got played, huh? Poor Elowen Moore.] 

Wren Carter stared at me, eyes full of worry. 

“This is character destruction, Lila. When are you 

gonna fight back?” 

“Just one last push.” 

I stared coldly at my screen. “What does someone 

like Vera care about most?” 

“Her reputation? Silas’s love?” 

“No. She craves being the only one involved.” 

I called a friend who worked as a private 

investigator. 

“Get Vera’s medical records for the past three 

years. Focus on heart issues.” 

Three hours later, the friend sent a file. 

I opened it, then scoffed. 

Of course. 

Vera didn’t just love Silas. She had a heart 

condition too. 

Three years ago, she was also waiting for a donor. 

Elowen’s heart was originally supposed to go to 

her, based on the waitlist. 

But in the end, the match went to me. 

That’s why she hated me. 

Hated me for stealing her life. Her man. 

Everything. 

This was a years–long personal attack. 

I closed the file and dialed Vera’s number. 

Her voice was still sickly sweet on the other end. 

“Still not breaking, Lila? Your heart’s tougher than I 

thought.” 

“Vera. Let’s meet.” 

“Begging for mercy now?” 

“No. I wanna show you something. About the 

accident–the real third person involved.” 

Dead silence fell on the line.