Chapter 1

During my second month in the private hospital, waiting for a heart transplant, I was scrolling through my phone to pass the time.

Suddenly, a line of glowing text drifted across the top of my screen:

[She’s here! Get your phone ready to record!]

[Record everything she does! This is your only evidence!]

Before I could even react, the ward door was pushed open. Rebecca Lawson, my husband's first love, walked in.

Instinctively, I switched my phone to video recording mode and slipped it under my blanket.

I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I felt her approach my bed, heard the rustle of the IV tube, and then the quiet click of her leaving.

Only after she left did I open my eyes.

The live comments on my screen had already exploded in real-time:

[She just injected an allergen into your IV line! You’re going to suffer cardiac arrest!]

[Your husband won't save you! He’s going to give your donor heart to Rebecca instead!]

[Trust me! Please! Call 911 now!]

I had no idea who was sending these live comments.

But my fingers were already pressing 91