Chapter 1

My husband, William Harris, fell in love with my best friend Sarah Ward after undergoing a heart transplant.

Because the donor was Sarah's boyfriend, Daniel Wilson, William insisted he was Daniel.

I tried everything, desperately hoping to bring back the man I once loved.

Until one day, I overheard a conversation between William and Sarah.

"William, you tricked Paige into thinking you received my boyfriend's heart transplant just so you could be with me. Don't you regret it?"

William's voice was cold and indifferent. "She's just a woman. It doesn't matter if I threw her away. As long as I have you, that's all I care about."

So it had all been a carefully staged lie. A setup. A betrayal.

"Get out of my house! How dare you covet your best friend's man?"

William threw the water cup at me in disgust, and it shattered against my forehead. Fresh, red blood started to flow down from my forehead.

"Paige, maybe you should go for now. I'm just afraid his heart can't handle this much stress," Sarah said softly, cowering in William's arms while looking at me.

I watched the strong bond between the two of them. It seemed like that they were unable to part. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. A painful, scattered sensation overwhelmed me.

One was my husband of five years, and the other was my best friend from university.

William, due to his congenital heart condition, had received a heart transplant from Sarah's boyfriend, Daniel, who had passed away in a car accident.

When he woke up from the surgery, he insisted that he was Daniel.

I forced a smile and placed the soup box on the table beside the hospital bed.

"Sarah, this is the soup I spent three hours making. Please have William drink it later."

I came out of the bathroom after tending to my wound, and as I passed by the hospital room door, I saw Sarah throw the box directly into the trash can.

I paused for a moment, sighed, and decided to leave.

Back when William was diagnosed with heart disease, I was not only worried but also surprised.

I had been married to William for two years, and his routine was always disciplined. As a university teacher, he had even represented the school in a basketball match.

Two months ago, he was diagnosed with congenital heart disease.

While I was sleepless, worrying about finding a heart donor, Sarah's boyfriend had an accident.

Daniel's car brakes failed on his way to work. Coincidentally, his heart was a perfect match for William.

However, William woke up from the heart transplant surgery and insisted he was Daniel.

He no longer recognized me.

When I went to bring William home, he coldly refused.

"Paige, I'll say it again. I'm Daniel, not your husband. I've seen many women like you, vain and shallow. You disgust me."

"Paige, maybe Daniel... William should stay at my house. It will help his recovery."

So, I packed up and moved into Sarah's house.

The first night back, I carefully prepared a table full of dishes, all of William's favorite foods.

I hoped that he would recover soon.

"Ugh, Paige, are you doing this on purpose? Don't you know I'm allergic to eggs?"

William took a bite of the pie, realized it had egg in it, and quickly spat it out, glaring at me.

I didn't know if Daniel was allergic to eggs. I only knew that William loved my eggs benedict.

"You really are Daniel. Daniel is allergic to eggs."

I saw Sarah tearfully covering her face in distress, and William stepped forward, gently holding her and comforting her.

I thought, "William, are you still William?"

I left the house in despair to take out the trash and saw a figure standing still over there.

It was David Parker, one of William's close friends.

I approached and greeted him. "David? How did you know William moved into Sarah's house? Although, he probably doesn't want to see you."

David glanced at me, silently sizing me up but didn't speak.

His gaze shifted back toward Sarah's house, and then he turned and walked away.

"How strange," I thought.