My Bones Screamed for Justice

The dawn of my surgery, Ethan signed the consent form. Not to save me – but to take my bone marrow.

After his sister, Chloe, was diagnosed with severe aplastic anemia, he and my stepmother, Victoria, conspired to trick me into the hospital.

My bone marrow saved Chloe. I, on the other hand, developed a post-op infection and never left my bed again.

I was barely twenty-six, and my immune system had completely crashed.

The day the infection spread, he told me our entire marriage was for Chloe’s illness, that he’d checked my genetic match before marrying me.