Chapter 4: The Heart She Couldn’t Steal

Back then, I thought I’d just gotten lucky and found true love. Looking back now, it’s clear Savannah had approached me on purpose, just to get my heart—literally. I never saw it coming.

The realization hit like a punch to the gut. I felt foolish, but mostly I felt hollow. Love can make you blind to a lot of things. I was living proof.

The bearded officer tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought. “So Savannah wanted Marcus’s heart to save her lover. But why is Savannah the one who died?” His words hung in the air, raw and bewildered.

His voice was steady, but I could hear the confusion underneath. The pieces didn’t add up, not yet. I felt the tension tighten.

Emily bit her lip. “I think… Marcus must have found out Savannah wanted to harm him, so he got to her first.” Her voice wavered, but her eyes never left mine.

She looked at me, her eyes wide and accusing. I felt the weight of her gaze, heavy and unrelenting. My hands clenched tight.

“Marcus must have killed Savannah!” she blurted out, her voice shaking with desperation.

Her voice rose, desperate to be believed. I shook my head, but the officers were already scribbling notes, their faces unreadable. My chest tightened.

Both officers looked at me. I didn’t need a mirror to know how awful my face must have looked. My palms were slick with sweat.

The bearded officer pressed on. “That’s a guess, not proof. This is a police station. We need evidence.”

His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. He looked at Emily, eyebrows raised, waiting for something more solid. The air felt electric.

Emily, desperate for them to believe her, poured out all her suspicions at once. My heart pounded as I listened.

She rattled off every detail she could remember—phone calls, whispered conversations, strange paperwork. Her words tumbled over each other, frantic and jumbled. I could barely keep up.

“No, it had to be Marcus! He was supposed to be the one to die!” she cried, her voice breaking.

Her hands shook as she spoke, and tears welled up in her eyes. I could see the fear and anger warring inside her. I almost pitied her.

She said Savannah had planned to kill me yesterday. After marrying me, she’d tricked me into signing some organ donation paperwork—told me it was just routine insurance stuff. If I died, my heart would go to Tyler Carter.

The memory hit me like a freight train—Savannah smiling as she handed me a stack of papers, telling me it was just routine insurance stuff. I’d signed without reading, too busy thinking about dinner. Now, I wondered what else I’d missed, what other traps she’d set. The room felt colder than ever, and for the first time, I wondered if I’d ever really known the woman I called my wife.

And for the first time, I wondered if loving Savannah had signed my own death warrant.