Almost My Leukemia Surgery Date，My Husband Imprisons Me

The night before my surgery, Blaine locked me in the basement.

Faced with my crying and fussing, the man frowned in irritation, holding Stella tighter in his arms.

"Myra, when did you become so delicate?"

"It's just one night in the basement, it's not going to kill you."

"This is Stella's only coming-of-age party, I can't let you ruin everything."

In the past, I might have screamed and demanded answers from him.

But now, I just pulled my sleeves down with indifference, hiding the needle marks on the back of my hand.

He doesn't know yet that I have leukemia and don't have long to live.

And tomorrow happens to be the day of my surgery.