Chapter 1

[Marcus has sent you $50,000.]

[Marcus: Come to the hospital tomorrow!]

The message from my husband, Marcus Braun, was like a knife to my heart.

It turned out that Marcus did not care about me, only about my rare Rh-null blood. He treated me like a resource to be drained, giving every drop to his beloved secretary, Gloria Spence.

Even after using me like a lifeline, Marcus continued to torment me. His family was no better, seeing me as nothing more than a servant, despite the mansion being full of maids.

“Go and prepare a cup of coffee for your husband.”

“Why are you just standing there? Is this how you serve your man?”

For two long years, I endured this treatment, giving everything to a family that never cared about me.

But I had enough. I had been patient, dutiful, and loyal, but it was clear that nothing would ever change.

On our 2nd anniversary, I held up a document in front of Marcus and said, “I have printed the divorce papers. Read them, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

“We both know this marriage was arranged by our grandfathers. You do not love me, and I am done pretending this will work. Let’s end it now before things get even worse.”

“Fine,” Marcus replied coldly, confident that I would return to him within a year, believing I could not survive on my own.

But Marcus was wrong. I was far stronger and more capable than he ever imagined.

As time passed, Marcus realized that I was the one who truly loved him. He begged me, “Theresa, please forgive me.”

However, it was too late, I no longer cared.

***

Every month, $50,000 appeared in my bank account.

It was a payment from my husband, Marcus Braun, the CEO of Braun Group.

But that was not money for my comfort or care; it was the price for the blood I donated. Blood that my husband used to save his beloved, Gloria Spence.

Gloria had been my husband’s secretary since he first became CEO, and she was also his first love. But when Marcus’s grandfather arranged marriage with me, Gloria was fired and sent away.

Since then, I never saw her again.

However, a month after Marcus’s grandfather passed away, Gloria returned to our life.

At that time, Gloria was suffering from a sickness that made her need regular dialysis.

Desperate to save her, my husband tried his best to find a good doctor and a good hospital to treat her.

However, he then discovered that Gloria had the rarest blood type in the world, Rh-null, which made it difficult to be saved.

In depression, he tried to find people who had the same blood type.

I, who was madly in love with Marcus at that time, told him about my blood type, so my husband asked me to donate my blood.

He even promised to give me $50,000 dollars every month if I would do it.

I nodded, agreeing to my husband's request. But I did it not for the money.

I was willing because I hoped that my husband would love me again if I acted as Gloria's lifesaver.

However, all of that was not in accordance with my expectations. Instead of getting my husband's love back, Marcus treated me like a resource to be drained.

In the end, I cursed fate for sharing the same blood type as the woman who had stolen my husband’s heart.

Yet, I had promised my family a happy marriage. It was my grandfather's last wish after all, so I could not disappoint him.

So, I endured, allowing Marcus to take my precious blood every month, hoping that somehow, things would change.

When I was lamenting my fate, suddenly the words of the nurse who was beside me snapped back to reality, "Mrs. Braun, you have finished donating blood."

I smiled and answered while getting up from her bed, "Thanks."

However, as soon as I answered, suddenly my head felt heavy, the world felt like it was spinning around me, making me collapse back onto the bed.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Braun?" The nurse asked in a panic.