I was Kaden Foster’s walking blood bank.

He once said that after he recovered, he would marry me, so I willingly gave my blood for three years.

Until I got pregnant. And was diagnosed with liver cancer.

Faced with the choice between treatment and losing the baby, or keeping the baby and dying for sure, I chose to secretly keep the child.

When my belly became too big to hide, he grabbed me by the neck and roared, “Who gave you permission to carry my child? Your blood belongs to Sabrina. Your life does too!”

Turns out, he was never sick. He never cared if I lived or died.

Because I got pregnant, Sabrina Wilson jumped off a building and died.

He didn’t care that she was already dead; he tied my ten-year-old brother to an operating table and forced blood from him.

My brother died from too much blood loss.

I was desperate. I tried to end the pregnancy to save myself.

But he locked me up and let the cancer spread, dragging me to the edge of death.

When I was barely holding on, he told the doctors, “Keep her alive, just enough. Cut the baby out. I want her to watch everyone she loves die, one by one.”

He watched coldly as both my baby and I died.

Then he ordered our ashes dumped into the sewer.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I found out I was pregnant.

This time, I smiled and told the doctor, "I want an abortion."

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"Miss Harris, your uterine lining is very thin. After the procedure, it may be difficult for you to conceive again..."

The doctor’s words stopped when she looked at the results of my physical exam.

She went silent for a few seconds, then asked me to call a family member.

I calmly told her I wanted an abortion to save my life.

In my last life, when I learned I was pregnant, I held my flat stomach, smiling like a fool.

Even though the doctor warned me many times that the pregnancy would make the cancer spread faster, I still chose to keep the child without a second thought.

All because I wanted to give Kaden a child.

I even prayed in secret that the baby's umbilical cord blood could cure him.

Lying on the cold operating table, the only thing on my mind was the image of Kaden hurting me.

Pain twisted through my lower stomach, but compared to the pain of cancer in my past life, this was nothing.

Dragging my weak body out of the operating room, a familiar voice made me freeze.

I saw Kaden in a sharp suit, with the petite Sabrina holding onto his arm, walking out of the VIP consultation room.

Instinctively, I stepped into a corner to hide.

"Kaden, I feel so dizzy..."

"Hold on a bit longer. I’ll call Reese to come donate blood."

His voice was so gentle it could melt, just like when he used to coax me into donating before.

"Kaden, what if Reese finds out the truth? Are you really going to marry her? What about me?"

Kaden laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Silly girl, it’s her blessing to give you blood. I’ve been her boyfriend for three years. That’s more than enough. How could I ever really marry her?"

Even though I had expected it, hearing it with my own ears still made it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Panicking, I rushed into the restroom but accidentally hit the answer button.

"Reese, where are you?"

"I’m not feeling well. Can you come to the hospital?"

Kaden’s voice came through soft and weak, but it made my whole body turn cold.

In my past life, I was completely fooled by this act.

I willingly became a walking blood bank for three years.

Even when I got pregnant, I kept it from him and let the doctors keep drawing blood.

Reborn in this life, I refused to be used again.

Without a word, I hung up.

When I left the restroom and hurried to leave the hospital, I ran right into Kaden at the elevator.

He looked at my pale face, his brows tightly drawn.

"Reese? What are you doing here and why didn’t you answer my calls?"

I instinctively shielded my lower abdomen.

His eyes dropped to the pregnancy exam form in my hand, his expression changed at once.

"You’re pregnant?"

His cold, sharp stare made me freeze. I nodded, then shook my head in panic.

"This child has to go!"

Kaden glanced behind him without thinking, then quickly grabbed me and tried to drag me to the OB-GYN department for an abortion.

He was scared Sabrina would find out I was pregnant.

He held my wrist so tightly I couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

"Let go! The baby’s already gone."

I held back my hatred and told him the truth.

Kaden froze, his face full of disbelief.

I couldn’t blame him. I had loved him so deeply, blindly and foolishly for three years, never seeing that he was lying to me all along.

Someone like me, who loved him that much, how could I possibly have ended the pregnancy without a word?

Realizing he may have overreacted, he quickly tried to explain, "Reese, my body hasn’t recovered yet and you’ve been donating blood for so long. If we had a child now, it would definitely be weak. Let’s both take some time to get healthy, then have a healthy baby together."

He was clearly nervous, sweating with panic, yet still used that gentle voice, trying to comfort me, trying to talk me into giving up the baby.

Dragged to the entrance of the exam room, the doctor saw me return and instinctively asked, "Is there discomfort after the procedure?"

"Please schedule her for the fastest abortion possible. She can’t keep the baby!"

Kaden hadn’t even heard the doctor’s question. He only pushed for what he wanted.

The doctor looked at him, confused.

"The child has already been aborted. Are you Miss Harris’s husband?"

Her words hit like a heavy blow. Kaden stood there, stunned.

"I’m not her husband."

He denied it without thinking, then quickly realized and added in a rush, "I’m her fiancé."

The doctor glanced at my wrist, still red from his grip, then seemed to recall how I had come in alone for the surgery. Her gaze flashed with a trace of anger.

"This gentleman, your fiancée has just come out of surgery and is very weak. From now on—"

"Doctor, I’ll take good care of my health."

I cut her off right away, afraid she might bring up my cancer diagnosis.

Kaden treated me like his personal blood bank. If he found out I had cancer and couldn’t give blood anymore, he might, just like in my past life, turn to my younger brother.

I couldn’t let that nightmare happen again.

But Kaden kept frowning. His eyes shifted between me and the doctor, like he was sensing something was off.

I forced a smile and quickly changed the subject, saying, “Kaden, didn’t you just say you weren’t feeling well? Let me come with you to donate blood.”

At the mention of blood donation, a flicker of panic flashed across Kaden’s face. But he quickly masked it, returning to his usual gentle look.

Hearing that I had gone through with the abortion and still put his health first made his doubt fade away.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, walking close beside me, even apologizing.

“Reese, I was too anxious earlier. I was afraid you might insist on keeping the child and if the baby ended up weak or didn’t survive, wouldn’t you be heartbroken?”

“You didn’t answer my calls, were you scared I’d misunderstand and think you didn’t want to have my child?”

If that’s what he wanted to believe, I wasn’t going to correct him. I nodded lightly.

He immediately looked like he understood everything. He gently patted my head, his face full of affection.

“Silly girl, you’re so good to me. How could I ever think that?”

In the hallway, the sharp scent of disinfectant mixed with the blood on me. It made my weak stomach twist.

I quietly told myself: Reese, this will be the last time you fall for him.

In the blood collection room, the nurse looked at my pale face and asked with concern, “She doesn’t look well. Are you sure she should donate blood?”

The entire hematology department had already been bought off by him. Refusing wasn’t even an option anymore.

I silently held out my arm.

In my past life, it was here, this exact room, where I had given him a bag of blood, still in shock from my diagnosis.

As the needle pierced my skin, I gritted my teeth.

After three years, my arms were full of needle marks. Some areas had scars that would never go away.

“Reese, just hold on a little longer.”

“When I’m better, we’ll get married.”

Kaden repeated the same sweet promises he had made countless times over the past three years, but his eyes kept drifting toward the door, distracted and distant.

I used to believe he wouldn’t marry me because he didn’t want to burden me with his illness.

To save him, to become his wife, I had been willing to risk everything.

It wasn’t until I died that I realized I had never meant anything to him.

Looking at his handsome profile, all I felt now was how unfamiliar it seemed.

The face I once loved at first sight now felt like nothing but a mask, full of lies and coldness.

After the first bag of blood was drawn, the nurse was about to remove the needle. Just then, his phone rang.

I saw the caller ID flash on the screen, it was Sabrina.

He quickly got up and walked to a corner, lowering his voice.

“I’m getting a transfusion. I’ll be back soon.”

After the call, he came back and said to the nurse, “Please take a bit more.”

The nurse reminded him that 200 milliliters was my safe limit.

He ignored her and pressed down on her hand, stopping her from pulling the needle out, completely unconcerned that I might faint from losing too much blood.

“It’s fine. She’s healthy. Just draw two more bags.”

My vision blurred and a buzzing filled my ears.

In the haze, I saw Kaden wear that same guilt-filled expression.

He gently took my cold hand, his voice soft enough to melt butter.

“Reese, from the very beginning, I never wanted to use your blood. I’d rather die than drag you down…”

What a performance.

Sadly, in my past life, I had fallen for that fake kindness and lost myself completely.

He kept saying he didn’t want to burden me, yet he told the nurse to draw more blood.

He knew I couldn’t bear hearing him talk about dying. He used that, betting I’d give more myself.

“Kaden, I don’t want to give blood. I feel awful…”

It was the first time I had ever said no to him.

A flicker of coldness flashed through his eyes, but it was quickly hidden by tears.

“Reese, this is the last time. If you don’t want to after this, you don’t have to. I’ll just stay sick forever.”

He didn’t feel even a shred of guilt.

Even though my heart had long turned numb from pain, it still tightened painfully for a moment.

“Is it really the last time?”

He looked me in the eye and nodded seriously.

“I promise, it’s the last time.”

But he was lying again. It was never the last time.

In my past life, I had kept my pregnancy a secret and still gave him blood every month, only to face his fury once he found out I was pregnant.

I thought he was mad because I didn’t take care of my health.

But instead, he grabbed me by the neck and shouted, “Reese, how dare you get pregnant? Were you planning to secretly give birth to my child? Someone like you? You’re not worthy!”

At that moment, he didn’t look human. He looked like a monster straight from hell.

Finally, the nurse pulled the needle out. My vision went dark and I collapsed forward.

“Miss Harris!”

Her panicked voice sounded distant, like it was coming from far, far away.