He Thought I Could Resurrect Infinitely, So He Gave My Heart to His True Love

"My husband knows that I can be reborn every time I die. So after that landslide, he didn't hesitate to cut out my heart to save his true love. When he received my emptied body from the doctor, he said, "You'll be fine after a nap." But what he didn't know was that it was my last chance to be reborn. 1 Ryan Quinn carried my lifeless body into the underground room of the Search and Rescue (SAR) Team base. My internal organs had been removed, leaving only an empty shell. My face, however, was rosy, as if I were just sleeping. He skillfully opened the cryogenic equipment, his movements clean and precise. As he placed me inside, his hands were steady, without even a hint of hesitation. "Sleep for now," his voice was terrifyingly calm. "Didn't you say that dying doesn't matter?" Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. I had prepared a table full of delicious food at home and bought his favorite red wine. Seeing him come home on time for once, I was as happy as a fool. When the phone rang, he had just picked up his wine glass. It was his deputy calling: "Captain, Bella got caught in a landslide while patrolling the mountain area. She's trapped inside..." His hand trembled, and the wine glass fell to the floor, dark red liquid splashing onto my new dress. "How badly is she hurt?" His voice was already hoarse. "It's serious, her internal organs..." He didn't wait for the other person to finish. He grabbed his jacket and rushed out. I caught his hand, "I'll go too. I can help." He turned back to look at me, his eyes complex, not with concern, but as if he were calculating something. At the scene, Bella had already been rescued, but her heart was severely damaged and urgently needed a transplant. He looked at the unconscious Bella on the stretcher, his fingers trembling. It was a panic I had never seen in him before. Then he looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot. "I'm sorry," he said. Before I could understand what he meant, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. As I lost consciousness, I saw him nod to the doctor. They had prepared for this all along. Miraculously, as I was pushed into the operating room, it was as if my soul floated out of my body. I felt myself hovering in mid-air, witnessing everything. I saw him standing right next to the operating table. As the surgeon's scalpel cut open my body, he watched without expression, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion, as if this body was nothing more than a tool to be disposed of at will. "Her organs are in good condition, and the match is compatible," the doctor's voice seemed to come from far away. "It's enough to save Bella." I watched as my heart was taken out, placed in an ice box, and sent to the adjacent operating room. He followed the ice box out, not even sparing me a final glance. After putting me in the cryogenic equipment, he sat nearby dealing with documents, occasionally looking up at me. I floated in front of him, wanting to see if there ...