My Husband's Life-Saving Lies Exposed

I lay gravely ill in the hospital, on the brink of death, as Jerome Baldwin cradled me in his arms, his face etched with worry. He reassured me, "Tania, I've given 20 vials of blood for you. You'll pull through."

Believing I was asleep, he turned to the nurse and instructed, "Hurry, take these 19 vials to Room 333 for Jessica Almaz."

The nurse hesitated, saying, "We're out of KEN-type blood bags in the hospital. One vial might not suffice..."

Jerome impatiently waved her off, "It's my blood, my decision. One vial will do. As long as she survives, it's enough!"

I kept my eyes shut tight, but a solitary tear escaped. Later, I found someone willing to donate blood to me indefinitely.

Jerome, however, became frantic, insisting that his blood was his to distribute, to draw as much as needed, as he saw fit. But I no longer required it.