Chapter 7
- 7.
Looking at the two of them, my mind drifted
back.
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My story with Mark started in a hospital, too.
Five years ago, I was sick, sharing a room with
his grandma.
Mark was always working, never around.
I started helping her out.
She always held my hand, gushing over me.
“Such a good girl! You should be my
granddaughter–in–law!”
At first, Mark would shut her down, tell her not
to say things like that.
He was always polite, but distant.
Then, he helped me pack up some medical
documents after one of my checkups.
After that even thing changed He was like a
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After that, everything changed. He was like a
different guy.
His grandma kept complaining.
“That idiot likes you! Too shy to say anything!”
She glared at Mark, who was obviously
listening. “If you don’t grow a pair, you’ll end up
alone!”
That day, Mark started chasing me.
Flowers, cake, the whole nine yards. This big,
handsome guy would kneel down in the street
to tie my shoelaces.
He was a hotshot doctor, young, rich, good-
looking. Girls were falling all over him.
But he acted like a clueless teenager in love.
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It was sweet, caught me off guard. I fell hard.
That winter, Mark finally confessed.
We watched fireworks, and when the sky was
bursting with color, he looked at me, his eyes shining.
“Liv, let me take care of you.”
I hugged him, crying with happiness.
He was great, just like he promised.
My picture was on his phone’s home screen, our photo on his car’s dashboard, and he
always called when he was on business trips.
He was always busy, but he still cooked dinner
every night.
Two years later, we got married.
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He never changed.
I was so happy, I thought I had the perfect
husband.
Until the moment I almost died. Then I realized
he suddenly liked me because of my blood type.
The same rare Rh–Negative as Lila.
One of the main requirements for heart
transplant compatibility.
It was like a bomb going off in my head.
I snapped back to reality, looked at Mark, and
said, “Our whole relationship was a lie.”
“What do you expect?” Lila seemed to enjoy my
pain.
She stared at me, then gave me a weak smile.
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“Give up, Liv. You’re screwed.”
