Chapter 1

To retrieve her engagement ring from her first love, my wife sent our five-year-old daughter into an old, abandoned house rumored to be haunted.

Inside, our daughter was terrified by the bloodstains on the walls. Panicked, she lost her footing and fell down the stairs. A rusted metal rod pierced straight through her small body.

When I found her, she was already gone. Her tiny hand clutched the ring tightly, refusing to let go even in death.

I collapsed beside her lifeless body, sobbing uncontrollably as I held her close.

Desperate and shattered, I dialed my wife’s number over and over.

When she finally answered, her voice was impatient and cold.

“Stop calling me!” she snapped. “David’s daughter is about to undergo her heart transplant surgery. Don’t mess this up!”

Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. I stared at my daughter’s pale face, my heart breaking into pieces.

In that moment, something inside me died.

I hung up on my wife and dialed a different number.

“Hello. This is Emily’s father,” I said, my voice trembling with rage and grief. “I’m calling about the heart donation.”

“I’m sorry, but we’ve decided not to proceed with it.”

If you took my daughter from me, you don’t deserve her heart.