My Hidden Wife is Sweet Chapter 1: The Fatal Betrayal

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Destiny stripped everything from me in my past life, most likely because I was meant to meet you, the greatest blessing I've ever known.

— Gu Weiwei.

'My current state won't let me survive much longer. If I pass up this chance, I might never secure a Bombay Blood heart in my lifetime. Mom, I don't want to die, truly I don't...'

'Yet she once saved your life...'

'Does that matter? Mom, can't you see how vile she truly is? Her personal life is impure. She's promiscuous and even drove off the man I cherish most! She owes me dearly, so let her repay with her heart! That's her fate, Mom. I desperately don't want to die, I don't want to abandon you...'

In the ICU sickbed, Gu Weiwei—who had been stabbed and lingered in coma for two months—finally registered a voice.

What voice echoed there?

Was it Ling Yan?

Ling Yan battled congenital heart disease, but her rare blood type blocked any transplant. Doctors predicted she wouldn't survive beyond 25.

And remarkably, she shared that exact blood type.

Did Ling Yan crave her heart?

Summoning every ounce of strength, she pried her eyes open.

She refused to die. No way would she surrender her heart.

Ji Fang spotted the girl on the bed suddenly opening her eyes, her face draining of color at once.

'...Weiwei.'

Ling Yan's expression shifted abruptly. Hearing the words, she whipped her head toward the bedridden girl, terror flooding her features.

When had she awakened?

How much had she overheard?

Gu Weiwei struggled to part her lips to speak, but her parched throat allowed no sound.

Having faced numerous assassins before, the Gu Family had shielded her closely.

She struggled to form friendships, with Ling Yan as her sole companion.

Given Ling Yan's frailty, she had gone all out to fulfill her every desire as a devoted sister, leaving no regrets.

Yet now, Ling Yan sought to end her life for that heart?

As Gu Weiwei's feeble state became clear, the fear in Ling Yan's eyes dissolved, replaced by a wicked grin twisting her pallid, sickly visage. In a flash, she seized the syringe from Ji Fang's grasp.

'Weiwei, you claimed we were best friends, promising to grant my every wish. I yearn to live—now aid me by yielding your heart.'

'Yan...' Ji Fang pulled at her daughter, urging her to stop.

Ling Yan glared at Gu Weiwei with savage intensity, her face shadowed. 'Mom, would you truly sacrifice your own daughter for some filthy slut? It's her life or mine! I have no other path!'

Ling Yan cut off Ji Fang and plunged the syringe into Gu Weiwei's arm. 'If Gu Siting learns she's awake, he'll never allow me her heart.'

Without Gu Weiwei's death, she could never live happily with Gu Siting.

Gu Weiwei fought fiercely for life, desperate to break free.

Yet after two months comatose, her body lacked any strength to resist.

Fierce determination blazed in Ling Yan's eyes—no longer the fragile invalid. She drove the syringe into Gu Weiwei's arm, depressing the plunger deliberately.

Weakness overtook her, eyelids drooping heavily. Just before blackout, the ward door creaked open, admitting a strikingly handsome, refined man clad in protective gear.

That familiar silhouette drew nearer step by step.

Gu Siting!

Gu Siting, help me!

Knowing Gu Siting had arrived sparked hope in Gu Weiwei. She battled desperately to stay aware.

'How's her condition? Still comatose?'

'Yes, still unconscious. Mom and the nurses discussed it—time's almost up.'

After a brief hush, a deep, raspy voice filled the room. 'Prepare the surgery. Harvest the heart.'

Those words shattered Gu Weiwei's final glimmer of survival.

Consciousness faded rapidly until eternal darkness claimed her.