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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

The smell of disinfectant flooded my nostrils as I woke up in the hospital.


Dr. Bennett sat by my bedside, his eyes full of pity.


Before I could speak, he voluntarily explained everything to me.


"Lorne took blood from Fabiana and her child. The kid's fine, but Fabiana went into shock due to excessive blood loss. We managed to save her, but she's practically as good as gone."


"Twenty-six stab wounds. Died on the spot."


"The police found a note in his pocket. It was more of an apology letter than a suicide note. It was crammed with 'I'm sorry's, and the last line read -


I gazed out the window, my heart a jumble of emotions amidst the horror.


The snow was still heavy, weighing down the tree branches beyond their ability to spring back.


No need to look. Let all those apologies dissipate in the wind.


Chapter 8