My Husband Forced Me to Give Blood to His First Love

I curled up on the hospital bed, feeling hopeless.

But before I had time to grieve, Jaden's assistant came with an urn in his hand.

The assistant looked at me with pity in his eyes.

"This is your grandmother's urn. All the ashes have been put in it. Ms. Ray, please take a look."

My dull eyes regained clarity, and I held the urn as if it were a treasure.

The assistant hesitated and said.

"Mr. Stewart doesn't know about your pregnancy and the ashes. You are still critical to him."

I wanted to laugh, but my cracked lips were so painful that even I made the slightest move.

"So what? He didn't spare either the baby or the ashes."

The assistant moved his lips but didn't say anything in the end. He just gave me a business card of the cemetery and said that the cemetery had been purchased and the ashes could be buried directly.

I really didn't want to go, but I didn't have the money to buy a grave for my grandmother.

I carried my grandmother's ashes to the cemetery and buried the urn with my own hands.

I sat in front of the cemetery for a while, and when I was about to leave, I saw Jaden and Jenny again.

"The assistant said that Jane reserved this cemetery. It would be bad if we just occupied it."

Jaden didn't answer. He had already seen me.

"Jane..."

I didn't respond. I turned around and walked to another place.

But Jaden came up a few steps and held me.

"What are you hiding from?"

I shook off his hand fiercely and walked forward with a cold face.

I was afraid that I would not be able to control myself and lose my composure in front of my grandmother's grave or even do something wrong like killing someone.

Jaden pursed his lips, looking confused and impatient.

I knew he was angry. I was too familiar with him. In the past, whenever Jaden made this expression, I would be scared, take all the blame on myself, and be humble and submissive.

I loved him before.

I didn't love him now.

Jaden's emotions had nothing to do with me anymore.

"Leave me alone." I still left with a cold face.

Jaden finally felt a little panicked. He had a strong feeling that after I left this time, I would never come back.

He made a strange move for no other reason.

"You haven't contacted me for so many days. How is Eunice?"

I looked at Jaden in disbelief.

If he had listened to what I said during these days and called the hospital to confirm, he would not have said such stupid and ridiculous words.

But he didn't. As usual, he did whatever he wanted and felt at ease blaming me.

I looked at him with a sneer.

"Eunice? She's there."

I pointed at the cemetery and looked at Jaden sarcastically.

Jaden frowned. And his hands were clenched, but he quickly loosened them and found a reason for himself.

"No way. Jane, you want to lie to me again."

I closed my eyes and smiled to myself.

Jaden was paranoid and arrogant. He would subconsciously ignore answers he didn't want. He was the wealthiest man, he believed he was never wrong.

I wanted to show him the death certificate and the cemetery registration.

But I was weak and could only stand.

I felt dizzy. Hundreds of blood transfusions over the past five years had made me weak and thin. All the flesh, blood, and spirit inside my body had been taken away.

I squatted down and sat on the ground to rest.

Chest pain, fatigue, and cold sweats were all typical sequelae of blood transfusion.

I had a miscarriage after the blood transfusion, and I had no time to rest before I immediately buried my grandmother's ashes. The suppressed emotions and tired body stimulated my heart, and it beat abnormally fast. For a few seconds, I felt like I was going to die.

Jaden looked at me for a long time. He wanted to speak but he didn't ask any questions.

I leaned against the tombstone. The breeze blew on my face, and I vaguely recalled the first time I met Jaden.

He was a rich man dressed in a well-tailored suit and surrounded by people, while I was an ordinary college student busy with my graduation thesis and looking for a job.

There was a gap between us. If it weren't for Jenny's illness, we would never have met.

But Jaden said he liked me. I didn't believe that the Cinderella story would happen to me.

He recruited me into the company, sent me roses, sent me lunch that was so expensive he made it himself, taught me a lesson, and taught his partner who made dirty jokes to me a lesson over a drinking table...

I inevitably fell in love with him, wondering what a big shot like Jaden could get from an ordinary person like me. Could he possibly take my life?

He wanted my blood and my life. He smashed Eunice's ashes and killed our child with his own hands.

Ever since I became Jenny's tool, I had become particularly sleepy. Sometimes, I slept for the whole day and still felt groggy.

I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, I saw a scene that drove me to despair.

Eunice's grave had been dug up, and workers were putting the ashes in Jenny's hand into the pit and filling it with soil, while Eunice's ashes were casually thrown aside.