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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.

Almost My Leukemia Surgery Date，My Husband Imprisons Me

"Stella didn't mean to, and besides, she's still young."


"Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"


In Blaine's eyes, Stella seemed to be a child who would never grow up.


Blaine hesitated for just a moment before answering the call.


This time, it wasn't Stella's voice on the other end, but that of an unfamiliar man.


"Stella's current physical condition is very poor..."


Blaine jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, suddenly standing up.


In doing so, he accidentally pulled out the IV needle from my hand.


Large drops of blood gushed out from the back of my hand.


He anxiously asked the person, "What happened to Stella?"


"Stella slit her wrists in the bathtub this afternoon..."


As he finished speaking, Stella's faint sobs could be heard from the other end.


"Blaine, don't come, this is all my fault..."


Chapter 6