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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

The guests' shocked voices filled the air around me.


He crouched down, desperately trying to stop my bleeding, only to realize in the end.


As I felt my body growing lighter, I used my last bit of strength to dodge Blaine's hand.


"I told you something once before," I spoke slowly, my mouth full of blood.


As my right hand fell limp, the diamond ring in my palm dropped to the ground.


The last traces of pain in my body seemed to wash away.


I slowly closed my eyes, but Blaine's pleas still filled my ears.


What's lost is lost; don't fool yourself into thinking you can get it back.


He trained as usual and even participated in more competitions.


Everyone thought he had moved on from the pain.


Chapter 10