Reborn In Labour Room To Avenge Myself
Language: en
On my deathbed, I begged my son: "Donate my heart to your father, Alistair Walker. He’s had cardiomyopathy for thirty years—it’s the last thing I can do for him." But my son brushed me off impatiently. "Enough with the false kindness. Dad isn’t even sick." I thought I’d misheard. "What?" He sneered. "If you hadn’t refused to divorce him, why would he have faked an illness to be with Aunt Olivia all these years?" I trembled, demanding proof. He handed me a marriage certificate—Alistair Walker and Olivia Thorne, smiling intimately. A furious pain shot through my heart. The home I’d built for…