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Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1225    |    Released on: 16/08/2025

ry morning, the doctor would come, his face a mask of professional detachment, and

n bed, staring at the ceiling, when I heard a commot

miniature ATV. Geneva was cheering them on, her laughter bri

g a bruised purple-grey. The wind p

omething to Geneva, and they started heading back to

didn't co

the windows, and the wind howled like a hungry wolf. I

out here. In th

r survival kicked in. I had

movement, but I ignored it. The rain soaked me to the skin, plastering my thin hospital gown

ed and fell, again and again, my body a mass of trembling agony. But I kept

vast expanse of the estate grounds, a dista

grey and pink, I finally reached the house. I collapse

table, drinking coffee. Ethan was explaining something on a laptop to her, his

d... a weak body like hers wouldn't stand a chance. By the time anyone f

ed into a fist. The rage was a fire in

oor open and s

aces a comical picture

aith-like figure, covered in mud and bloo

y up the stairs to my room. I had to get my things. My real passport, the

given me. The clothes, the jewelry, the life he had built for m

o leave, Leo bur

leaving?" he asked, a flicker of s

ushing past him

an to my dresser and snatched a small, velvet-wrapped object. It was a

he shrieked, his voice filled w

" I whispered, m

too weak, too slow. He dodged me

ight going out of me. "Give it

laughed.

ng in my chest. He led me on a torturous chase down the

staircase, turning to look at me, h

low, old woma

heatrical gesture, he threw th

te porcelain exploding into a thousand tiny pieces

y was torn f

e of my last connection to my mother

ushe

ght, he shoved

my body weak and exhauste

arms flailing, a screa

blur of motion and pain as I fell

act a fresh explosion of agony. I felt bones snap, heard a

my mouth, war

ess. I tried to crawl towards the shattered remains of my music b

impassive. "You shouldn't have tried to leave," he said, his voic

e pulling me under. I couldn't even ma

ess, I saw Ethan and Geneva a

of concern on his face. I heard him

Leo. And Leo, his face lighting up wi

m us!" he announced. "She said she hat

placed by an icy rage. He slowly lowered the p

nd hard as chips

errifying smile spreading across his face.

ecurity team. "Lock her in the basem

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Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage
Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage
“The doctor told me my body was reaching its limit. It was the fifth time I was donating bone marrow to save my son, Leo. But I pushed through the pain. My husband, Ethan, said he had a surprise waiting for me when I got home. I walked in to hear him talking with Leo's live-in nurse, Geneva. My blood ran cold when I heard her call Leo their son. Hidden, I kept listening. The car "accident" right after our wedding that left me infertile? They planned it. My entire seven-year marriage was an elaborate lie, designed to turn me into the perfect, continuous donor for their biological child. My love wasn't cherished; it was a tool to exploit me. I wasn't a wife or a mother. I was a walking blood bag. All the expensive gifts Ethan gave me after each donation weren't from love. They were payments for my body parts. They found me collapsed on the floor, and the mask of the loving husband fell away completely. "Leo needs another donation," Ethan said, his voice flat. "The doctor will be here in an hour." When I refused, he had his security guards hold me down. I watched in horror as he took a syringe and drew my blood himself, my life force, to give to their son.”
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