My Husband Used Our Newborn’s Blood To Save His Mistress

Roger's mistress was ill.

When our daughter was born, he brought her into our home. He frowned, saying, "The baby's blood can save Alaina; make sure she gets plenty to eat so we can take blood." "She'll cry at night; move to the spare bedroom so she doesn't disturb Alaina's rest."

I wiped away my tears, packed our things, and walked out holding my child. Cataleya, the nursemaid, tried to stop me, but Roger sneered at me openly: "Let her go. She has no family, and she's been a housewife for years; I'm curious where she'll end up!"

Even in front of me, he embraced Alaina and kissed her deeply. But he didn't know—I had found someone who would take my daughter away.

I didn't have much time left.

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After the complications during childbirth, I was weak. I cradled my daughter as I walked out. Roger suddenly shouted, "Wait, leave the baby. Alaina needs a transfusion soon." My daughter slept peacefully in my arms; she was my miracle, and I couldn't believe Roger's callousness.

I held her tighter and said nothing.

Roger insisted, "It's just a blood draw; she'll be fine."

How could my newborn be reduced to nothing more than a mere source of blood for his mistress?

I didn't dare resist, just held her close. The last time I defied Roger, he threw my shoes away and left me stranded on the highway. No one stopped to help, and I walked home with bleeding feet.

I freed one hand and offered it up, "Karina and I both have rare blood types. Take mine."

His lips tightened, showing cold determination for the first time. "Meredith, you're already anemic. You want to die?"

"Alright, if you relent, I can wait until the baby gains more weight."

Ignoring him, I turned to leave. Just then, Alaina coughed violently and collapsed. Seeing his beloved suffer, Roger was devastated.

He rushed over, cradling her, and called their family doctor, Dr. Chapman, for help. Cataleya and Vada, the housekeeper, watched my plight with satisfaction. The day I gave birth, I almost didn't survive the operating table due to severe bleeding. Roger was at an amusement park with Alaina, enjoying carousel rides. No matter how desperately Vada described my condition, Roger coldly replied, “Handle it if it’s a real problem.”

Even when I was wheeled out, weak, he never showed up. I didn't look back at them, just cradled my daughter and tried to leave, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Where will you go? You’re an orphan now, don’t forget!”

In the next moment, both my daughter and I were pulled down with force. Fortunately, I held tight, or she’d have fallen. She wailed loudly. Roger scowled at the sound of her cries, “Make it stop!”

“Alaina’s feeling sick again. Shouldn’t you see to her blood first?”

Alaina nestled in his arms, coughing delicately. “Roger… If she wants to leave, let her go. This is my fate…”

Roger gently hushed her with his hand over her mouth, “Don’t say things like that.” He turned to me, ordering harshly, “Hurry up!”

I had no choice but to comply. Since Alaina's leukemia diagnosis, giving blood had become routine for me. Even during my periods, when I was most vulnerable, I’d be summoned to donate.

On the day of the birth, just a complaint of discomfort from Alaina led Roger to take several vials from me, despite the available blood supplies.

I looked detached, holding my daughter, kneeling before Roger, and offered my hand. "For the last time."

Seeing my frail state, his expression turned serious: "Meredith, why this look? What, are you trying to trick me into believing you’re terminally ill again?"

Yes, the day I was hospitalized, I received a cancer diagnosis. But he thought it was just lies to avoid donating blood to Alaina. He even accessed my hospital records to prove nothing was wrong.

My face remained emotionless, not responding. Dr. Chapman had arrived.