My husband drained my blood to
save his beloved, while I was in labor
I was about to give blood to my daughter, Lily,
who shared my rare blood type. But my
husband, Mark, dragged me away to save his
pregnant first love, Amelia.
In my past life, I’d given Lily a full 600ml,
leaving me too weak to help Amelia. That night,
Amelia died in childbirth, losing both herself and
the baby. Mark, seemingly concerned for my
well–being, comforted me, “Our daughter
comes first. You did the right thing.”
But on the seventh day after Amelia’s death, in
front of Lily, he drained every drop of blood
from my body. “Lily just got a little push, she
was fine! But you ignored Amelia while she was
dying in labor!” he screamed. “You like giving blood to Lily so much? Now you can give all you
want!”
As I died, watching my lifeblood flow into the
bag, my heart turned to ash.
Then, I woke up. Back to the day both Lily and
Amelia needed me.
If Amelia and her baby were more important
than my own daughter and me, then let them be
a family.
Lily had been hit by a car after school and was
in the ER, needing a transfusion. Mark’s best
friend, Alex, called. “Sarah, Mark wants you at
St. Joseph’s immediately. Amelia’s in labor, and
they’ve used up all her stored blood.”
In my previous life, this call would have filled me
with panic. Two lives were on the line. Now, a
bitter laugh escaped my lips. Amelia and I
shared the same rare blood type, but she was
chronically anemic and constantly getting
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While doctors struggled to save her?
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Last time, I’d begged Mark to listen, explaining
that Lily had been pushed into traffic at
preschool and was seriously injured. She
needed my blood. I hadn’t even considered
using Amelia’s blood. I just wanted to save my
daughter.
