My Father's Stolen Heart

My father, a respected ethics professor, looked peaceful in the mortuary.

But then, a chilling detail: a fresh, surgical scar beneath his collar.

They said car accident, but his heart was gone.

The truth shattered me: his heart, transplanted.

To my best friend, Chloe, who was pregnant.

And the consent signed by Ethan, my fiancé.

When I confronted him, Ethan just shrugged, called it "practical."

He even suggested my father's death was a "fortunate coincidence," and I should just get over it.

He had the audacity to propose I become the baby's nanny.