His Betrayal, Her Shattered Heart

I lost my leg saving my husband, Kingsley. My ballet career was over, but my dying mother had secured a perfect heart transplant for my sister, Julia. We had hope.

Then Kingsley gave her heart away. He and his mistress traded it for a business deal.

Julia died.

When I confronted him at the hospital, he shoved me against a wall. The fall didn't just shatter my world; it caused me to miscarry the baby I never knew I was carrying.

In a single night, he took my sister and my child.

As I lay bleeding on the floor, I looked at the man I once sacrificed everything for and made a promise.

"You will regret this for the rest of your life."

I divorced him and disappeared.

A year and a half later, he found me, a broken man begging for forgiveness.

I looked him in the eye and gave him my final answer.

"There are no second chances for murder."

Chapter 1

Hayden POV:

I wished I had died instead of her. I wished it the moment Kingsley told me the heart was gone, snatched away for someone else, leaving Julia to wither. My breath caught in my throat, a ragged, desperate sound I barely recognized as my own. I stumbled forward, my prosthetic leg dragging slightly, the cold, sterile hospital floor a cruel mockery of my shattered hope.

"Kingsley, please," I choked out, my voice raw, already shredded from hours of crying and pleading. My hands, trembling uncontrollably, reached for his designer suit jacket. "You have to get it back. You promised me. You promised Julia."

He looked at me, his eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, now clouded with an unfamiliar hardness. He pulled away, his movement subtle but firm, severing the last physical connection between us. The air around him felt colder than the January night outside.

"Hayden, we've been over this," he said, his tone flat, devoid of any genuine emotion. It was the same tone he used when dismissing a failing acquisition. "It's done. The heart is no longer available. There's nothing more to do."

My head snapped back as if he' d slapped me. "Nothing more to do?" My voice rose, cracking with disbelief. "That heart was for Julia! My mother's last gift! She arranged it before she died, Kingsley! It was a perfect match!"

He sighed, a long, impatient exhale that made my blood run cold. "Hayden, control yourself. This incessant drama is unbecoming." He glanced around the deserted hospital corridor, as if fearful someone might witness my breakdown. "It was a directed donation for a critically ill patient. These things happen."

"These things happen?" I echoed, the words a bitter taste in my mouth. My mother, my selfless, loving mother, had spent her final days ensuring Julia would live. She'd found a donor, secured the match, orchestrated everything, even from her deathbed. This heart wasn't just a medical marvel; it was a testament to a mother's dying love.

"It wasn't