Adrian and Eve Novel I Died Carrying His Child and He Gave My Heart to Her
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Story Summary
After enduring years of a loveless marriage, the unnamed protagonist finally agrees to divorce her husband Adrian on their fifth wedding anniversary. Unbeknownst to Adrian, she was carrying his child. Tragically, she dies in a car accident on the way to finalize the divorce. As her body lies in the hospital where Adrian works as a cardiologist, he performs emergency surgery to transplant her heart into Eve Snow, the woman he truly loves, completely unaware that the donor heart belongs to his deceased wife.
Tags:
- Adrian
- Adrian and Eve
- He demanded a divorce for the hundredth time, and I finally agreed
- what happens to Adrian in heart transplant surgery
- what happens to the protagonist in car accident
- unborn child tragedy
- emotional betrayal
- post-death perspective
Character Relationships
- Protagonist → Adrian: Wife who loved him deeply despite his indifference
- Adrian → Protagonist: Husband who married out of spite after Eve's rejection
- Adrian → Eve Snow: True love interest, receives heart transplant
- Eve Snow → Protagonist: Heart recipient, shows disgust toward donor
- Noah → Adrian: Protégé who assists in the illegal transplant
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On the way to sign the papers, I died in a car crash with his unborn child still inside me.
While my body lay on the operating table, Adrian returned to the hospital in excitementready to cut out the heart of the anonymous donor that would save the woman he truly loved.
He never knew the heart he transplanted into Eve Snow was mine.
During his hundredth demand for a divorce, I agreed.
What Adrian didnt know, however, was that I was already carrying his child.
On the way to the courthouse to finalize the divorce, I was in a car accident. Both my life and my unborn childs were lost in an instant.
Adrian didnt get the divorce papers that day, but he did get the news that Eve had found a perfect heart donor match.
Excited, he rushed back to the hospital and performed the surgery himself, taking the heart from my lifeless body and placing it into hers.
The pain finally disappeared the moment my soul left my body.
I hovered above the scene, staring at the mangled car smoking in the rain. The drivers seat was crushed beyond recognition, and the body slumped inside was twisted and broken in every way imaginable.
Today was supposed to mark our fifth wedding anniversary. Ironically, it was also the day Adrian asked for a divorce for the hundredth time.
Over the years, I had tried to ignore the cracks in our fragile relationship, hoping that somehow, wed make it work. But this time, I finally agreed to let go.
Five years is a long time, even if most of it was marked by distance and tension. Regardless of how things were, wed spent a significant part of our lives together.
But everything changed a month ago when Eve returned from abroad, her health deteriorating.
From that moment on, Adrian never came home. He stayed at the hospital, tirelessly caring for her.
Everyone knew he had married me out of anger and heartbreak after Eve rejected him.
But I had loved him for years, long before he even knew my name. So, even when I found out the truth, I stayed. Loving him was as natural as breathing, no matter how much it hurt.
My thoughts returned to the present as I watched the ambulance from St. Mercys Hospital load my broken body into the back.
I followed instinctively.
Adrian worked at St. Mercys, where he was a legendary cardiologist. Patients and staff worshipped him. Yet, as his wife, I couldnt even go to him for a cold.
On our wedding day, he had made it clear:
I dont want to see you at my workplace.
And dont bother me over trivial things.
Thats why I never told him I was pregnant.
As I floated above the ambulance, my hand drifted to my stomach. The life I had carried, the one I had dreamed of for years, was gone nowjust like me.
Tears streamed down my face, silent and endless, as an ache settled deep in my chest.
That child was supposed to be my miracle, my hope after five long years.
My body wasnt taken to the morgue. Instead, it was wheeled into the operating room on the fifth floor.
The door to the operating room opened, and two figures stepped inside.
Dr. Ryan, this isnt legal without the familys consent
The voice belonged to Noah, Adrians protg. I knew him well; over the years, he had eaten countless meals Id brought for Adrian.
Eve scoffed and crossed her arms as she walked toward my lifeless body. She glanced at me before quickly turning her head, unable to hide the disgust in her eyes.
Ive waited far too long for a compatible heart. Im not about to let this opportunity slip away, she said coldly.
Then, without hesitation, she turned to Noah. Call Adrian. Tell him to come back and perform the surgery himself.
Noah hesitated, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He opened his mouth as if to protest but said nothing.
Eve pulled out a card from her purse and handed it to him.
Theres fifty grand on this card. This stays between us. No one has to know.
Noah stared at the card, torn between guilt and greed. Finally, after a long pause, he took it and dialed Adrian.
The phone rang a few times before Adrians voice filled the room.
What is it? he asked, sounding impatient.
Noah glanced at Eve before answering softly.
Dr. Ryan, we found a suitable donor for Eve. The body is in the operating room. You should come back.
The indifference in Adrians voice evaporated, replaced by palpable excitement.
Are you serious?! Ill be there right away!
Eve wont have to worry about this anymore
His voice was jubilant, overflowing with relief and joy.
Each word felt like a dagger to my chest. My tears blurred everything as I looked at the operating table where my body lay.