My Love Died On The Day My Son Died

On the day of my son's tenth birthday, I received the heartbreaking news that he had died in a car accident.

I rushed to the hospital, dazed and the doctor spoke in a tone mixed with sorrow and a hint of respect, "Miss Spears, your son's heart has already been sent to the patient's hospital immediately. On behalf of the recipient, I thank you and your child for your selfless contribution. My condolences!"

Although his wounds had been treated, the scar on my son's chest still pierced my eyes. Who signed the organ donation agreement for such a young child?

My husband's mistress, who suffered from heart disease, updated her social media: "Grateful to God for giving me a new life. I can finally be with Scott forever!"

The picture showed her in a hospital gown, her face flushed, smiling sweetly at the camera, flashing a victory sign. My husband gazed at her, smiling tenderly.

I liked and commented, "Wishing you a lifetime together, hoping it lasts forever."

My son was gone and there was no reason to keep my husband either.

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When I got the emergency call, I was making my son's favorite roast chicken wings.

Today was his tenth birthday and the seventh anniversary of my marriage to Scott. Scott promised to come home tonight and have dinner with us. It was a promise my son had begged him for over a month to make.

Not wanting to disappoint the child, I prepared the meal with all my heart, hoping that, for the sake of our son, Scott would keep his word.

The person spoke, "Are you the parent of Emmet Spears? This is the emergency room at Peony's Hospital. Emmet was in a car accident and is currently undergoing emergency treatment!"

The plate in my hands fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. "What did you say? How could Emmet be in a car accident?" I shouted.

It was school time, my son should have been in class. I instinctively thought it was a scam call, but the person didn't ask for money. I immediately called Emmet's homeroom teacher to confirm and shockingly, my son wasn't at school.

Without thinking too much, I grabbed the car keys and ran to the garage. My hands shook as I opened the car door.

I kept telling myself that my son would be fine, while I dialed Scott's number. At first, the line was busy, but later, it went straight to voicemail. I threw my phone onto the seat, fumbling to start the car.

But the butler blocked me at the gate. "Miss Spears, if you need a car, you can call the driver. This car was a gift to Mr. Spears from Miss Rosenberg. Mr. Spears doesn't allow anyone else to drive it."

I was so angry I could've cursed, but he stubbornly stood in front of the car.

"You'd better take another car, or I won't be able to explain it when Mr. Spears gets back," the butler said.

I called the driver, only to be told he was off today. The butler watched coldly, his face full of 'there's nothing I can do.' Throwing the car keys at him, I slammed the door and walked out.

I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to change my shoes, so wearing slippers slowed me down a lot.

The emergency room called again and I simply ran barefoot down the mountain road. I called a car to wait for me at the foot of the mountain. Even though I hurried as fast as I could, I still didn't make it in time to see my son one last time.

I collapsed helplessly in the hallway outside the operating room.

"Miss, your feet are seriously injured. Do you need some bandaging?" A passing nurse asked kindly, but I numbly shook my head.

The pain in my feet couldn't compare to the pain in my heart. Ten years ago today, I gave birth to Emmet alone in a rented room. It was the landlady who took us to the hospital and paid for the hospital bills.

Because of the premature birth and malnutrition, Emmet stayed in an incubator for over a month. To earn money for his medical bills and repay the landlady, I went back to work right after giving birth without any postpartum rest.

The long hours of labor took a toll on my body, making future pregnancies difficult. But I had no regrets. Having him as my only child was enough for me.

When the Spears Family found us, we had already passed through the hardest days. I thought my suffering was over, but little did I know I was about to be dragged into another abyss by Scott.

"Mom, the kids at school all say I don't have a dad. Is it because Dad doesn't like me, so he never comes to school?" my son asked.

Looking at my son's aggrieved little face, I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.

Yes, Scott didn't like me and as a result, he didn't like Emmet either.

The only reason we returned to the Spears Family was because his mother wanted to continue the Spears bloodline. She called it 'ensuring the Spears Family's legacy.'

Who wouldn't be happy to suddenly get a lively grandson? With Emmet as a shield, his mother stopped nagging Scott.

He was free to enjoy his romantic time with his mistress, reveling in their mutual affection. As for me, the daughter-in-law who wasn't good enough, I was pacified with a marriage certificate.

A figure in dark green scrubs flashed before my eyes, holding what looked like a box and said, "You must be Emmet's mother, Miss Spears! The car accident caused multiple fractures and internal bleeding in your son's body."

"Fortunately, his heart wasn't damaged. We just removed it and sent it to the hospital where the recipient is located."

"You are truly a person of great love! On behalf of the recipient, I thank you and your child for your selfless sacrifice!" The surgeon walked out of the operating room and bowed deeply to me.

It was too much information to process at once and I didn't react immediately.

After a few seconds, I suddenly grabbed the doctor's collar and asked, "Did you say they just took my son's heart?"