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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

Jerome appeared exhausted, as if he had traveled a great distance.


"Tania, is this sufficient blood for you? If not... I can still..." Jerome's parched lips were pale, and his grim smile suggested he might faint at any moment.


Suddenly, Jessica rushed in frantically and seized the blood bags from him. "Jerome, stop this. Please come home with me."


Jessica pleaded tearfully, but Jerome mustered his remaining strength to push her away. Once a loving couple, they now faced each other with coldness. What had led to this?


"Don't come near me," Jerome said, his eyes devoid of any affection for Jessica, only showing indifference.


I leaned towards Nathan and whispered, "Remove them from here. I don't want our wedding ruined."


Nathan, who deeply respected me, understood my pain from this relationship. He had been awaiting my command. With a nod from him, security personnel rushed in and forcibly ejected Jerome and Jessica from the venue.


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