He Drained My Blood to Save His First Love,So I Let Myself Die

The night of the car accident, Oliver Gilbert ordered his people to draw the last bag of blood from my body to save his first love.

The doctor dropped to his knees trying to stop him.

“Mr. Gilbert, your wife has Rh-negative blood and a congenital clotting disorder. If you take any more, she will die!”

But Oliver shoved the doctor aside, his eyes bloodshot.

“Save Nanette first. Shirley Winfield's tough. She can take it.”

Our seven-year-old daughter was draped over Nanette Harding's hospital bed. She turned back to me, tears streaming down her face.

“Mommy, please save Aunt Nanette.”