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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.

My Husband's Life-Saving Lies Exposed

"What's going on here?" Jerome asked, his voice trembling.


The unexpected question startled Jessica, causing her to drop the vials she was holding. "Jerome... did you... did you see everything?" Their gazes met briefly before Jessica's eyes rolled back and she collapsed.


Jerome stood bewildered, staring at Jessica's unconscious form on the floor. Despite his conflicting emotions, he gently picked her up and placed her on a nearby hospital bed.


As he turned to leave, Jessica weakly grasped his sleeve. "Jerome, please stay. Don't abandon me, alright?"


For the first time, Jerome removed her hand and simply told her to rest and recover, advising her not to overthink things.


When I next encountered Jerome, only a few days had passed, yet he appeared noticeably older, his usual tidy appearance gone. He was wearing the same clothes from his previous visit.


His rough voice broke the silence, "Are you getting married? Is it true, Tania?"


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