Chapter 1

My wife, Cassandra, knew I could resurrect every time I died.

So after that accident, she didn't hesitate.

She ripped out my heart to save Julian, her true love.

When the doctors presented my empty shell of a body to her…

She simply said, "Just get some sleep. You'll be fine."

But she had no idea. That was my very last chance to resurrect.

Cassandra carried my body into the basement of the Emergency Response Team headquarters.

My organs had already been removed, leaving nothing but an empty shell.

My face looked peaceful, almost rosy, as if I were just sleeping.

She casually opened the cryogenic chamber, her movements precise and practiced.

As she placed me inside, her hands were steady, not a flicker of hesitation.

"Just sleep for now," her voice was eerily calm. "Didn't you always say it didn't matter if you died?"

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary.

I'd cooked a feast at home, even bought her favorite Cabernet Sauvignon.

Seeing her home on time, a rare treat, made me grin like an idiot.

Her phone rang just as she raised her wine glass.

It was her second-in-command: "Captain, Julian got caught in a landslide during a patrol in the mountains. He's trapped..."

Her hand twitched, and the wine glass slipped, shattering on the floor.

"How badly is he hurt?" Her voice was already hoarse.

"Very badly. His internal organs..."

She didn't wait for him to finish, grabbed her jacket, and bolted.

I reached out, grabbing her arm. "I'll come too. I can help."

Her gaze flickered back to me, complex. Not sympathy, not concern, but pure calculation.

By the time we arrived, he'd been pulled out, but his heart was severely damaged, and he needed a transplant, fast.

She stared at Julian, unconscious on the stretcher, her fingers trembling. Those hands, usually as steady as a rock, were shaking violently now.

It was a panic I'd never seen from her before.

Then she looked at me. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Before I could even process what she meant, a sharp pain exploded at the back of my neck.

Before darkness consumed me, I saw her nod to the doctor.

They'd planned this all along.

As I was wheeled into the operating room, eerily, my soul seemed to detach, floating free from my body.

I hovered, watching everything unfold.

I saw her standing right beside the operating table, her face devoid of emotion as the surgeon's scalpel sliced into me. Her eyes were blank, as if my body was just a tool to be discarded.

"His organs are perfectly healthy, and the match is exact," the doctor's voice seemed to drift from a great distance. "More than enough to save Julian."

I watched my own heart being removed, placed in a cooling box, and whisked into the adjacent operating room.

She followed the box out, not even sparing me a final glance.

After she placed me in the cryogenic chamber, she sat nearby, working on some files, occasionally glancing up at me. I floated before her, desperate to see a flicker of guilt in her eyes.

But her gaze passed right through me, settling on her phone. A message from the doctor: Surgery successful. He's recovering well.

A relieved smile touched her lips. She casually tossed my medical file aside and left the basement.

The file lay open, starkly displaying: Organ Donor – Voluntary Donation.

She couldn't even bother to invent a believable lie. She simply assumed I'd be waking up soon anyway.

But what she didn't know was, this time, I wouldn't be waking up ever again.

Because that ability to resurrect? I'd used my last charge saving her friend the previous time.