His Unwanted Wife, Her Unspoken Sacrifice

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t was completely out of place in the dusty silo. She wal

her voice smooth and concerned. "This device is exp

her finger, she wore a large, ostentatious diamon

er touch. He seemed to lean in

s to her," Ethan spat out.

... be prepared for what you might see." She g

the dial on

enched my jaw, refusing to scream again. My vision

in a hospital bed, looking pale and weak. A do

the screen. "Very rare. It' s genetic, linked to his specific blood type.

money at the problem, searching for a donor, but

g a small plot of land, the only thing my parents had left me. It was my las

omments started t

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t does this have t

inic in Mexico. The money from the land sale was on the table, a thick

l material. Your genetics are a close enough match to his. It could save him, but it will tak

self said, without a

The final shot of the memory was of me, months later, practicing my fiddle. My hands were shaking, and a

n went da

nline comments were a mix

e sacrificed h

d of the pain and blamed them

ng to make herself look like

He looked at me, a flicker of something other t

er knew," h

he words barely a whisper. The pain from

t. She made this grand sacrifice and felt like you all owed her. When

wisting my sacrifice in

he brief moment of doubt gone.

his head. "There' s more