The Billionaire Surgeon's Deadly Secret

My wedding was just around the corner.

Instead, I was in a hospital watching my mother, Eleanor, fight for her life.

She'd suffered a massive heart attack, triggered when she found my fiancé and best friend, Sarah, together in my bed.

Doctors said she needed a new heart; I, a perfect match, gave mine without a second thought.

But my mother died, despite my sacrifice.

I woke up with a state-of-the-art artificial heart, enduring a dull, persistent ache that became my constant shadow for seven agonizing years.