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

I once believed their bond was indestructible, but it was merely founded on Julian's wealth. It fell apart effortlessly when faced with the slightest challenge.


Days passed swiftly, and suddenly the year's end arrived. The group I managed surpassed all goals, resulting in well-earned rewards for everyone.


During the firm's yearly gathering, the VP requested I address the crowd to inspire the staff. I found myself alone under the spotlight, surrounded by the soft illumination and the sound of glasses clinking. My coworkers below cheered enthusiastically, their faces radiating joy.


Merely half a year ago, I was little more than a part-time homemaker, centering my existence around a man, only to be left hurt and betrayed by him and his associates.


Now, I had discovered my calling and path in life.


Tears form in my eyes as I grasp the microphone. "I'm grateful for this chance. I pledge to work with even more dedication and aim to contribute more to our organization."


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