My heart is dead to my ex.

The day I was hospitalized after a car accident, the doctor told me to contact family to sign the consent form.

I dialed Tara Lind five times before she finally picked up.

Before I could speak, her icy voice snapped, "I told you I'm in a meeting! Do you have to keep interrupting me?"

The moment she hung up, I looked into the room next door and saw her standing right there.

She was gazing tenderly at the man lying in the hospital bed.

"It's okay. Don't worry, I'm right here with you."

I had