Not a Fiancée, a Resource

night spent at the hospital. He didn't ask how the dinner with her

bing a few things from his dresser. "He needs round-the-clock care,

m from the bed where she' d been ly

ar bills and placed them on the nightstand. "This is for you. For your help.

her for the years of love, for the blood she had given him, for the life she h

e despised him. But she was too tired. The rage was a fire with no fuel left to burn. She just stared at the money on the nightstand, feel

arted. They were from Liam,

. He's spoon-feeding

looking lovingly at Liam,

to me all afternoon

hing for me. I'm so lucky

uring her, flaunting his victory, making sure she knew exactly who Eth

en she sat down at her computer and typed out her resignation letter. Finally,

is office when he received her resignatio

our best residents," he said. "Is this becaus

d, not trusting

ng about your blood type, checking if our hospital policies would allow directed donations. He was so passionate, so determined to prove you were a matc

ting a potential donor. He had been researching her utility, her value. The "charming" and "passionate" man her boss described wasn't a lover, he was a prospector

ganized it at a small bar. To lighten the mood, someone suggested a game of

are you to go to a table of strangers, point

hed, playing along. The game continued. When the bottle

"I dare you to walk up to a man in this

test, a voice from behind her said,

on his face. He looked at Chloe, his eyes full of a playfu

She walked over to Daniel, her heart pounding. The whole

said, her voice

inned. "Y

a bit louder this time, a r

liste

oice clear and firm, looki

open. And there stood Ethan, his face a mask of sho