During my early pregnancy, Julian requested that I provide blood for his longtime friend. I declined due to my anemia, but his companions accused me of being inconsiderate.
"Anne's on the operating table and you're the only compatible donor. Why not give a bit of blood?" With that, several of them forcibly brought me inside.
Julian's eyes briefly showed concern, but he quickly composed himself. "It's only a blood donation. Our baby will be fine." I ceased resisting, a solitary tear rolling down my face.
Post-transfusion, I stumbled to the obstetrics ward, my body weakened, to terminate the pregnancy.

My Husband Forced Me To Donate Blood, So I Had An Abortion

Upon my arrival in Lespurg, I experienced insomnia due to heartache and the challenges of adapting to my new surroundings.


On the rare occasions when I managed to fall asleep, my dreams were filled with memories of my first encounter with Julian. I had just completed my university studies at the time. A major disagreement with my family over my career choices had resulted in them cutting off financial support.


One frigid day, I collapsed in the snow while heading to a part-time job, having not eaten in quite some time. As I regained consciousness, a young man came into view. "You're awake?" he said.


His concerned expression quickly transformed into a smile. "I found you unconscious by the roadside and brought you to the hospital."


Backlit by the room's lighting, a tall, elegant young man stood before me. The soft shadows accentuated his handsome features, and the upward tilt of his eyes gave him an alluring appearance.


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