All Chapters of She Took Half My Life For A Dream: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

Randall…The person who had donated her heart to me years ago was named Randall Summers. That was too much of a coincidence. After Vivian fell asleep, I unlocked my phone and searched for the names Randall Summers and Vivian Cosby.After a few minutes of looking through the results, I finally found it.There was an article on a local car accident five years ago. The victim was named Randall Summers. The crash was a very severe one, and Randall had almost died on the spot. His parents had chosen to donate his organs. I was the recipient of his heart. I kept looking and managed to find more information about Randall. He had been engaged at the time of his death. As for his fiancee? Her name was Vivian Cosby. My Vivian Cosby.I regarded Vivian’s familiar face as she slept beside me. Suddenly, I did not know how to face this reality. It took me almost all night to process this truth. When I woke up, I found Vivian lying atop my chest. Her eyes were shut, and her breat

Chapter 2

That night, around 9 p.m., Vivian actually brought that man home.The man wore a white shirt, and it gave him a fresh and clean vibe. He stood by Vivian’s side like a sweet, obedient younger brother. When Vivian looked at him, her gaze was warm and soft. “His name is Wendell Burns. He’s staying in the master bedroom tonight. You can have the guest room.”Wendell glanced at me, and there was a challenge in his eyes. Abruptly, I found the whole situation absurd and nearly laughed out loud. However, I managed to swallow the laugh back down.“Sure.” I nodded. When I passed them by, I paused and added, “Remember to change the sheets after. I’m particular about that.”Vivian’s expression darkened in an instant.In the guest room, I could hear the noise of activity from outside. I heard Vivian’s gentle murmurs, Wendell’s low chuckles, and the door of the master bedroom shutting. Then, there was silence.I slowly slumped on the floor by the bed and buried my face in my palms.

Chapter 3

Wendell’s face went pale. “You—”The sound of footsteps cut him off.Wendell’s expression shifted instantly. He quickly grabbed the glass from the table and smashed it to the floor. Then, he fell gracefully along with it, hitting the edge of a cabinet on his way. He let out a pained moan. He held his arm and looked at me with furrowed brows. “Mr. Waverly, I only wanted to help you get your water. If you don’t welcome me here, you should have just said so!”The door opened, and Vivian rushed in.She looked at the shattered glass and at Wendell by the cabinet. Then, she looked at me. Her gaze turned icy. Without hesitation, she came before me and raised her hand. Her slap landed solidly on my face. I stumbled backward and bumped into the dining table. It hurt so much that I nearly cried out. There was a buzzing in my ear as my vision blurred. Vivian carefully helped Wendell up. Her voice was achingly gentle. “Where does it hurt? Let me look…”Wendell’s lips were tightl

Chapter 4

Vivian sent someone to bring me to the hospital.The hallway to the VIP wards was very quiet, and the smell of antiseptic hung in the air. I walked down the long hallway and looked through the glass window to see Wendell lying in a bed. His eyes were closed, his face was pale and ashen, and his lips were bloodless. Vivian sat by his bedside, holding his hand. Her head was down, and her shoulders trembled minutely. I opened the door and went in. Vivian looked up. Her face was not tear-streaked as I had expected. “You’re here.” Her voice was calm. “Yes.”She stood up and walked over to hold my wrist. “Come outside with me. I have something to talk to you about.”She pulled me to the end of the hallway. The stark light shone on us, and I could hear nurses rushing about in the distance. Vivian let go of my wrist. “Wendell doesn’t have long to live.”I was quiet. Vivian raised her hand and placed it on my chest. “He needs a heart transplant.”I could feel the

Chapter 5

My stomach rolled from the smell of antiseptic and the stench of disease. I followed the nurse as she led me through examination after examination. At the door of the last examination room, I saw an unfamiliar male doctor. His nametag announced him as Dr. Chester Graves, head of cardiology. “Quinn Waverly?” Chester’s gaze paused on me for about two seconds. “Come in.”I lay in the examination bed as a cool gel was applied to my chest. The wand swept to and fro on my skin. “Are you certain you want to do the heart transplant?” Chester suddenly asked. His eyes were still on the screen. “Yes.”“The match is a good one, and the chances of success are quite high.” Chester paused. “Are you… really sure?”I felt a chill, and I had the sense of something foreign touching me. In the end, I nodded. Chester did not say anything else. That afternoon, at 3 p.m., I went back to Vivian’s office.Out the window, I could see the entire city below me. Skyscrapers were so numerous

Chapter 6

An hour after I signed the divorce papers, the fifty million dollars landed in my account. The amount on the screen from the bank notification made me sway. I shut my eyes and felt my heart beat. My phone buzzed again with a text from Vivian. [The surgery has been set for next Wednesday. Rest well for the next few days. I’ll arrange everything with the hospital. There are a few more examinations before the surgery. Dr. Graves will be in charge.]I did not reply and simply shoved my phone back into my bag.Back home, I opened the door to find the place empty. Wendell was still at the hospital, and Vivian was at the office. On the coffee table in the living room, there was a half-empty bottle of Wendell’s usual energy drink. I walked into the master bedroom. There was a picture of Vivian and Wendell on the dressing table. They leaned into each other, beaming happily into the camera. They looked like such a great match. I picked up the photo frame and looked at it fo

Chapter 7

Chester’s voice held emotion that had long been held back. He paused and took a deep breath. His fingers were tight around his water glass. “But Vivian couldn’t accept it. After Randall died, she became even more unhinged. She convinced herself that she was a devoted fiancee, and she was so convincing that even I believed it.”I recalled the words in the note on Vivian’s phone and the way she looked every time she listened to my heartbeat. I remembered the way she looked at me.It was always as though she was looking at someone else—someone who had already died. “What about Wendell?”“She found Wendell intentionally,” Chester said. “I’ve looked into it. The drug she’s been using on him will slowly damage his heart. In the end, it will fail, and Vivian can naturally have Randall’s heart transplanted into Wendell.”I saw Wendell’s weak and tired face in my mind’s eye. I looked at Chester calmly and said, “I understand.”Silence stretched between us as the night dragged on. A b

Chapter 8

My eyes widened. “But the surgery records…”“The surgery records say that the transplant failed, and the patient was unable to recover.”Chester straightened. He wore a faint smile. “As for the heart that was prepared for you so long ago, it’s been given to another patient who desperately needed it. That patient survived. He’s very grateful to that unknown donor.”Chester paused. “Vivian now thinks you’re dead. She’s gotten your death certificate and has signed it.”I stared at Chester. For a moment, I could not understand what was going on. Birds cooed outside the window, clear and loud. “You mean…”“I mean that Quinn Waverly is dead.”He patted my hand softly. “You can go now.”…Three months later, far away, I had rented a small property and started a bed and breakfast. The property faced a mountain, and I could see the top of the mountain covered in snow all year round. I planted all sorts of flowers there, and every morning, I would get up to make breakfast f

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