Now, hearing about Mark in the delivery room, I
felt nothing. If Amelia and her baby meant
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more, so be it. Let them be a family. I told Alex,
“I’m giving Lily 600ml. To save Amelia too
would kill me. That’s unethical, you know that.
You have time to argue, but you could also get
blood from another city. I have a contact…” I
didn’t care about Amelia, but her death would
be mine too.
Even my sincerity couldn’t sway Alex’s belief in
Mark’s version of me. “Sarah, Mark said you’d
use Lily as an excuse. Why are you so jealous
of Amelia? Cursing your own child will bring you
bad karma.”
“Lily’s here, in your hospital! Ask the surgical
team!” Alex hesitated, then muttered, “You
haven’t even given the transfusion yet. How do
you know it’s 600ml?”
The doctor called me. I said, “I told you the
truth. Check it out. I sent the contact. Save her
or not, it’s up to you. You can strap me down
after Lily’s transfusion if you want!” I hung up.
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I’d died once; I feared nothing.
After giving blood, I was weak, but the doctors,
under Mark’s orders, kept drawing more. My
vision blurred. I saw the funeral again: white
drapes, lilies, flickering candles reflecting in my
tears, Mark’s furious accusations… I’d fallen
for his gentle charm, our five years together
seemingly peaceful. He’d proposed after three
months. I was hesitant, but he was so eager, so
I agreed. We went to the courthouse, and that
same day, Amelia had her accident. She needed
my rare blood. Mark told me she was like a little
sister, and I willingly gave 1000ml. Seeing my
weakened state, he suggested regular
donations to avoid such large withdrawals in
the future. So, I became a human blood bank.
He pampered me, pretending it was concern,
but it was all for Amelia. I happily became a
homemaker, filling our home with carefully
chosen treasures, storing old items in the
basement, which later became Amelia’s funeral
parlor. Surrounded by the remnants of our life,
he killed me.
Now I knew the truth. Mark loved Amelia. Our
life was a lie. He’d likely known my blood type
before approaching me, needing a convenient
source for Amelia. His love, our wedding, all
timed perfectly for Amelia’s first accident.
