My Parents Said I Was Finally Behaving After I Died

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband.

The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics.

I donated my body to Diane’s workshop.

The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane.

My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane.

My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding.

I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson.

I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

“You don’t have much time left. You should spend this time and say goodbye to your family,” the attending physician said in a gentle and sympathetic tone. My heart dropped after hearing his words.

I had already guessed the outcome, but when the final verdict came, I still could not stop my tears.

I was only twenty-eight years old. I had always tried my best to survive.

However, I had not expected my husband to take away the heart I had waited two years for.

He used that for Diane Bishop’s heart transplant, even though that fraud’s condition was not very serious.

I walked in a daze as I reached Diane’s ward. I saw my parents, my husband, Fred Anderson, and my son, Sammy Anderson, surrounding her in concern.

Fred was offering Diane a glass of water when he saw me walking in. He immediately put the glass down, walked over, and asked, “What did the doctor say?”

I looked at him, but he avoided my gaze out of guilt. He stammered as he said, “It was an emergency. If we hadn’t used the heart for Diane’s transplant, she would’ve died from pain.”

My mother said, “Fred’s right! Daphne, it’s life-or-death. You wouldn’t be mad at us for something like this, right?”

I was about to speak but changed my mind. I said indifferently, “I’m not mad. The doctor said that he’ll have good news for me in a week.”

After a slight pause, I continued, “Good news for all of us.”

Fred readjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and his beautiful eyes sparkled in joy. “Did you find another suitable heart in such a short period? I knew it! My decision that day was right.”

My father also let out a sigh of relief. He laughed and said, “Diane is a lucky girl. If we didn’t give her the heart first, she wouldn’t have survived another week.”

My mother immediately nodded as she gently smoothed Diane’s hair. She said, “Diane is going to get luckier, unlike someone, who obviously could’ve waited for another heart but threw a tantrum and embarrassed us.”

Even though I was already disappointed by them, it still hurt to hear that.

I clutched the hem of