My Husband Adopted a Blood Donor, Their Lusts Matched

It all started when I threw away a strawberry cake while cleaning the fridge. That cake belonged to Charlee Zender—the orphan young woman Cortey McEnroe, my husband, had adopted.

Because of it, he deliberately hid her away at the very moment my mother was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion.

No matter how many times I knelt to beg him, he remained indifferent.

In the end, Mom wasn’t saved in time. She died.

I was drowning in grief. And yet, on my way to collect her death certificate, I caught sight of Charlee and her supposedly foster father entangled together in…