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After marrying Jasper five years ago, I nearly sacrificed my life to give birth to a child.
During an accident, my son with rare panda blood urgently needed a blood donation.
But the hospital blood bank was running low.
My husband's first love, who happened to have a matching blood type, refused to step forward.
In my desperation, I grabbed her, intending to make her donate blood.
Suddenly, my husband burst in and stopped me, blurting out: "Immediate family members can't donate blood!"

I Raised My Husband's First Love's Child For Five Years

Jasper frowned, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum.


I swiftly turned and slapped both Jasper and Cora across the face.


The sharp sound of the slaps echoed through the empty hallway, drawing curious glances from passersby.


Jasper was furious, but when he saw my swollen, red eyes, he immediately backed down.


"Take me to the cemetery. I want to see my child."


"Jasper, don't go. Our baby is still in the ICU. I'm scared," Cora pleaded.


With a bright red handprint on her cheek, Cora clung to the edge of Jasper's sleeve, looking pitiful and miserable as tears streamed down her face.


I couldn't help but raise my voice, "Jasper, if you have any shred of guilt as a father and a husband..."


"Take me to the cemetery to see my child right now!"


Beside him, Cora seized the moment, clutching her temple and collapsing precisely into his arms.


"Jasper, I just felt a bit dizzy suddenly. It's nothing," she said.


"Even though I left my child with Vivienne for five years, she probably wants to be with her own biological child more."


"You should go with Vivienne. Don't worry about me."Jasper's face darkened with a hint of anger as he coldly tossed me an address.


"Caelan is still in the ICU. You might be heartless enough to abandon your child, but I can't do that as a father."


The thought of divorce grew like weeds in my mind, but my face remained painfully impassive.


"I'm sorry, but my child is in the cemetery. She never even had the chance to fight for her life in the ICU."


After a long search, I finally found my child's headstone among the sea of graves.


"Melody, daughter of Jasper and Vivienne, born May 23, 2019, died May 23, 2019."


The moment I saw the words etched on the stone, I began to tremble and broke down in tears.


All those years ago, I had endured the pain of childbirth, fighting for my life to bring a daughter into this world.


The photo showed a candid shot of a baby, grinning so wide her eyes were barely visible.


She smiled without a care in the world, her cheeks adorned with two tiny dimples, just like mine. Ha ha ha ha.


I sobbed uncontrollably, then instinctively found myself smiling back at the beaming face in the photo.


In the end, my laughter and tears left my throat raw and aching.


My hands trembled uncontrollably as I gently traced the name on the headstone, feeling only a thick layer of dust beneath my fingertips.The torrent of hatred, pain, and regret in my heart howled like a flash flood threatening to drown me. I didn't struggle, I just endured.


I spent the entire night at the cemetery, wiping the headstone.


In the end, I let myself embrace the cold gravestone, as if I were holding the daughter I never got to hold.


As daylight grew stronger, I stirred my limbs that had gone stiff from the cold, and gently placed a kiss on the photograph.


"Baby, is it okay if Mom comes to see you again next time?"


I composed myself and drove to the hospital. I had left early yesterday, not knowing how he was doing now.


I had raised him for five years, but from now on, I could never be his Mom again.


I brought a fruit basket and after asking for the room number at the front desk, I found the corresponding room within a few steps.


I tried my best to put on a smile, but just before pushing the door open, I overheard the conversation inside.


"Aunt Cora, will you be my Mom? Dad and I both really like you. Please, pretty please?"


Chapter 2