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On the eve of my wedding, my mother was in a car accident and urgently needed matching blood.
Due to my mother's rare blood type, even though I had just found out I was pregnant, I still decided to donate blood for her.
However, when I miscarried from excessive blood loss, my fiancé and childhood sweetheart were solely focused on accompanying Aria, who was getting cosmetic surgery at the hospital.
Ignoring my pain, I begged on my knees, finally convincing my fiancé to personally operate on my critically ill mother.
After the surgery, Nolan said it had failed and my mother was gone.
Two days later, I overheard Aria's intimate encounter with the two brothers through the door.
Aria coyly said:
"Blaine, you really live up to being a race car driver. You hit that old lady so precisely. And Nolan, you're amazing too, you directly killed the old lady during treatment."
"Thanks to you both, I was able to get Seraphina's blood for my surgery."
...

Betrayed and Used As a Blood Bank, I Faked My Death

They didn't hesitate for a second, dropping to the ground and howling like mad, rolling around until their faces were caked in mud. They looked a hundred times more pathetic than I did during my act.


Even Aria couldn't bear to watch, covering her face as she fled the scene.


In the end, Vivienne was satisfied, and they got my ashes.


But what they didn't know was that I wasn't dead at all.


This whole charade was orchestrated by me and Vivienne, with the help of that private hospital.


While they were out there day and night, kneeling at the door, I was inside with Vivienne, sipping tea and enjoying the spectacle of their misery.


After the final act, Vivienne and I set off for Hawaii, in pursuit of a new life.


Meanwhile, Nolan and Blaine, having finally obtained my ashes, still couldn't let it go.


They said that since I loved to travel, they had to take my ashes to all the places I loved, so I wouldn't have any regrets.


Chapter 10