At our wedding reception, my husband's childhood sweetheart, Bella, attempted suicide and was rushed to the ER. Hearing the news, my husband went berserk. He dragged me out of the venue, screaming that I had to go to the hospital and donate blood to her. I knelt on the ground, begging him to stop. I told him I was two months pregnant and that a forced blood donation could cause a miscarriage. But the next second, my in-laws, who had just arrived, kicked me in the stomach. "Let it miscarry! You can always get pregnant again later! If anything happens to Bella because you delayed, you'll pay for it!" I curled up on the ground in agony, clinging to my husband's pant leg. Instead of helping me, he kicked me again, right in the stomach. "I'm sorry, Sarah. If you miscarry because of the donation, you'll hate Bella forever. So, I'll take care of the baby myself." I hemorrhaged instantly and passed out. When I opened my eyes, I drafted the divorce papers myself. I looked down at my husband and his family kneeling before me and laughed. "I called the police. I'm not giving any more blood." "And you... a smoker and drinker with a low sperm count... don't expect to ever have children again." 1 We were exchanging rings. My fiancé, Jason, was distracted as the officiant guided him to put the diamond ring on my finger. The next second, his phone rang. One look at the screen, and his eyes turned red. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the exit. His grip was so tight it hurt, and I tried to pull back. "What's wrong?" Seeing me resist, he shouted frantically. "We have to go! Bella needs you to save her life!" "She accidentally slit her wrist. She lost a lot of blood. She needs a transfusion." "Sarah, please! Just help her one last time!" Oh. It was Bella again. In the five years I've been with Jason, I've felt like Bella's personal mobile blood bank. I don't even know how much blood I've given her. My wrist was already bruising from his grip, and the bruise from drawing blood for Bella two weeks ago was still visible on my forearm. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. My feet felt glued to the floor. I couldn't move. Since I started dating Jason, I knew about his "little sister." If he bought me a coffee, he had to buy one for Bella. But he never remembered my order. He always bought what Bella liked. If we went on a date, Bella tagged along. He said it was convenient, that he was worried about her being alone. "We'll do our thing, ignore her." But every time, Bella was like a third wheel stuck between us. She always "coincidentally" interrupted any romantic moment we had. I fought with Jason about this several times. He always said, "I just see her as a sister. Don't overthink it." I made excuses for him. Maybe he was just dense. Maybe guys just couldn't spot a "pick-me" girl. But now, seeing his panic... It was like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I woke up. Jason had never shown this kind of concern for me. Even when I had a fever of 103, body aching, unable to get out of bed. He just casually told me to drink more water. He didn't even pour me a glass. I had to ask him, voice raspy, to find me some medicine. He took his sweet time getting up, asking a million questions before finally bringing me the pills. Back then, I comforted myself. I was his first girlfriend. He didn't have experience. It was normal to have to teach him. Now I see. It wasn't that he didn't know how. It was just that the person he wanted to care for wasn't me. My head cleared. I clutched my stomach and ripped my hand away from his. "I'm not going. That's your precious sister, nothing to do with me." He frowned, impatience written all over his face. "What the hell do you mean? You're just going to let her die? I never knew you were this heartless!" "Today, you are going whether you like it or not!" He grabbed my arm harder, nails digging into my flesh. I couldn't shake him off. My head was spinning, and a dull pain started in my lower abdomen. Mustering all my strength to stand my ground, I said calmly: "Jason, I'm pregnant. I can't donate blood. Can you let go of me now?" 2 The pressure on my wrist vanished instantly. Jason stared at my stomach, frowning as if trying to determine if I was lying. Suddenly, his tone softened. "Bella's situation is critical. Besides, donating blood doesn't guarantee a miscarriage." "I promise, if you help her this time, I won't contact her again." A chill ran through my body. I realized then that he knew I hated his relationship with Bella. He had just been pretending not to notice my hurt and insecurity all this time. "That's enough. My body belongs to me. I have the right to choose whether or not to give blood to Bella. And I won't gamble with my child's life." The veil on my head fluttered in the wind. I looked at the man I had loved for five years. I reached up, tore the veil off, and threw it lightly in his face. "Since you care about Bella so much, let's just cancel the wedding." I turned to leave. Jason, caught off guard, chased after me, lowering his voice to coax me. "Babe, I was just impulsive. Just help Bella this once. This is different. She tried to kill herself. The cut is deep. She must be in so much pain..." His mouth wouldn't stop moving, full of heartache for her. I suddenly remembered a winter three years ago. I had just donated blood to Bella and was dizzy. I accidentally cut my palm on a rusty wire fence on the street. The flesh flipped open, blood dripping onto the snow. I cried and went to Jason, asking him to take me to the hospital for stitches and a tetanus shot. But he just stared at my hand, grinning, and pulled out his phone to take pictures of the wound from different angles. "Holy crap, that's a huge gash! I think I can see the connective tissue. Scary. Let me post this on Instagram first!" Ignoring my frozen expression, he posted the picture and then happily replied to comments from his friends. He let me stand there, bleeding and stunned, for half an hour before he finally looked up from his phone and realized he should hug me. "Oops, babe, I forgot about you! My bad. You know I'm just a dumb guy. I'll take you to the hospital right now!" Maybe. Maybe he really was just that dumb and immature. I comforted myself with that excuse over and over. But now, I finally understood. He wasn't incapable of empathy. He wasn't incapable of caring. He just didn't care about me. My stomach hurt more and more. This pregnancy had been difficult from the start. I was exhausted from wedding prep yesterday and even went to the ER in the middle of the night. The doctor said I was anemic and weak, and the fetus was fragile. I had to be extremely careful, or I could lose the baby. But now, after coaxing me for a few seconds, Jason was getting impatient again, pulling at me. "Sarah, don't push your luck!" "It's just a little blood! It won't kill you or the baby! If you keep acting like this, the wedding is off!" He always knew what I wanted most. That's why he was so good at threatening me with it. I looked at him coldly and couldn't help but smirk. "Fine. Then let's not..." Before I could finish the sentence, a sharp pain exploded across my face. Then, someone kicked me hard in the stomach. My body, already in distress, felt like blades were twisting in my brain and abdomen. My mother-in-law's shrill voice exploded in my ear. "Shut up with the nonsense! You think being pregnant makes you the Queen? Pfft!" "A clump of cells that isn't even fully formed wants to compare with Bella? Look in the mirror!" "Stop faking it and get to the hospital!" "If anything happens to Bella because you delayed, you'll never step foot in my house again!" 3 I curled up on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. I could hear the guests in the distance, laughing and wondering where the bride and groom went. Accompanied by a deafening ringing in my ears, it felt like a world away. I struggled to stand up, but my father-in-law coldly ordered Jason: "The car is ready outside. Get her to the hospital. Your mom and I will handle the wedding." "Who gave you the right to treat me like this?! You have no right!" My voice trembled. A warm liquid gushed between my legs. Terror engulfed me. Even though I was completely disappointed in Jason, the baby was inside me. It was mine. The fate of my child should be decided by me, its mother, not killed so hastily and recklessly by others! Panic swept over me. I grabbed Jason's pant leg tightly. "Take me to the hospital! The baby... I'm losing the baby! Go! Now!" Jason stood there, frowning down at me as I crawled at his feet, crying my heart out. A flash of hesitation crossed his eyes. Seeing me beg, his mother started her moral blackmail, shouting at Jason. "See? See? What did I tell you! She's a cold-blooded woman!" "I told you not to marry her, but you wouldn't listen! Today she won't save your sister, tomorrow she won't save your mother!" She started beating her chest and wailing, drowning out my voice completely. 4 I didn't have time for her performance. More and more blood flowed down my legs, soaking through the heavy layers of my wedding dress and pooling on the ground. Jason shuddered, finally reacting. He bent down and picked me up, taking two quick steps forward. I clutched my stomach, repeating mindlessly, "This is my baby... my flesh and blood... and yours..." I didn't even know what I was saying. Overwhelming grief swallowed me. I wanted to scream, but my throat and chest felt stuffed with cotton. I couldn't form a complete sentence. Suddenly, pain shot through my body again. My hips and back hit the ground first. My head slammed onto the cold floor a second later. A massive buzzing sound filled my mind. Dazed, I stared up at the harsh white lights on the ceiling and Jason, who was bending over me, backlit by the glare. The next second, his face twisted into a grotesque monster. Then, he lifted his foot and kicked my stomach hard, again and again, crying while he did it. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm so sorry." "You lost so much blood. The baby probably won't make it anyway." "If I let you go to the hospital now, not only will Bella not get the blood, but if you lose the baby, you'll hate Bella forever..." "I'll take care of this baby myself. Blame me if you want!" "Babe, we can have more kids later..." By the end, I couldn't hear his voice anymore. Every movement seemed magnified, slowed down, then faded and blurred. Jason grabbed my wrist tightly, trying to pull me up. "Okay, that should be enough. Babe, stop faking it. Come to the hospital with me. Bella is waiting!" My in-laws chimed in. "It's just a miscarriage! Acting like she's dying!" "Back in my day, I was working in the fields while bleeding after giving birth! She's just spoiled!" "This is what happens when you pamper her!" It felt like a giant meat grinder was churning inside me. Even breathing hurt. Finally, my vision went black, and I passed out. When I woke up groggily, I was in a hospital. I couldn't open my eyes, but I vaguely heard Jason asking the doctor. "Doc, are you saying she can't donate blood right now?" The doctor's attitude was hostile. He sounded like he wanted to curse. But professional ethics held him back, making him stutter with rage. "You... you know her condition! Miscarriage, internal rupture!" "It's not just heavy bleeding. Thank God she doesn't need a transfusion herself!" "Are you really her family? You don't care about the patient at all!" I didn't expect that even in this state, His heart was still with Bella. He cared less about me than a stranger doctor. A wave of sorrow washed over me. When did we become like this?
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