The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

“I held the lab report reading "Terminal Leukemia" and went to find my husband of three years, Emiliano. Instead of comforting me, I found him tenderly holding my adopted sister, Bailee. He demanded I go downstairs immediately to get my bone marrow typed to save her life. Bailee was faking her illness, but Emiliano believed her every tear. Because she stole the credit for saving his life ten years ago-a life I had actually saved-he treated me like a walking blood bank. When my father suffered a severe stroke and our family company faced immediate bankruptcy, I swallowed my pride and begged Emiliano for a bailout. "Get on the operating table tomorrow and donate your bone marrow to Bailee. Then I'll wire the money." When I refused, he threw a heavy hardcover binder straight at my face, leaving me bleeding on his office carpet. He didn't care about my bleeding cheek or my dying father. To punish me, he even forced me to attend a private club reception, throwing me to a ruthless rival billionaire as bait to secure an acquisition contract. I was already in the late stages of leukemia. Forcing me onto an operating table to extract my bone marrow would literally kill me. Did my ten years of devoted love mean absolutely nothing to him compared to a liar's fake tears? Pushed against a freezing glass window by his rival, my failing body finally gave out. But as I collapsed into the stranger's arms, my heart completely died toward Emiliano. If I only have a few months left to live, I'm taking my divorce papers and making sure they both pay the price.”