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I was about to give birth, but my husband Lorne was in a car accident and was in critical condition.
I didn't care about my own health and insisted on donating blood for him, just because he had the most scarce Rh-negative blood.
As a large amount of blood was drawn out of my body and my consciousness gradually faded, I heard his conversation with others:
"Doctor Stratton, you lied to Doctor Myerson that something happened to you, and now you have drawn a lot more blood than she can bear. She is about to give birth. Isn't this a bad idea?"
Lorne's voice was calm and calm.
"Fabiana had a heavy bleeding during childbirth, and the blood bank's Rh-negative blood was far from enough. I had no choice but to do this."
"But it is Felicity's blessing to be able to save Fabiana. At worst, Fabiana's child will also call Felicity mother."
But later, I smiled and told him that our child was gone.
He went insane.

The Husband Who Made Me Donate Blood for Pure Love

That night, as I left the hospital, I distinctly felt a presence trailing behind me.


Lorne stood beneath a distant, dimly lit streetlamp, silently watching me.


His voice was broken, tinged with tears.


"Felicity, is there really no chance for us?"


Without a moment's hesitation, I blurted out:


The shadow under the streetlight froze.


After what seemed like an eternity, Lorne turned and left.


Leaving behind a cryptic parting shot—


I didn't dwell on him. There was too much to do these days. When you're busy, all the drama of love and resentment gets pushed to the back of your mind.


Dr. Bennett, sympathetic to my situation, used his decades-old network to pull some strings, securing me an opportunity for overseas training. Soon, I'd be leaving the country, putting this heartbreaking city behind me for good.


The day the hospital approved my request, it snowed heavily.


Chapter 7