Used for a Cure, Gone for GoodChapter 1​​

 

Twenty years after my DINK husband had a vasectomy, I suddenly became pregnant.

I thought I was blessed with a baby, but I found out that my husband had another family outside. 

His illegitimate son had leukemia and urgently needed a bone marrow match, so my husband set his sights on me.

I was so angry that I fainted. After waking up in the hospital, I broke down and said I wanted to abort the baby.

Marlon Townsend, my husband, disagreed with tying me to the hospital bed.

My mother-in-law and the doctor advised me, "Saving a life is more meaningful than building a seven-story house. Marlon’s son is your son too—how can you be so heartless?

“Who told you to remain childless for so many years? And even when you finally conceived, you insisted the child carry your surname. Marlon had no other choice."

I stopped struggling, looked at Marlon's wet eyes and relaxed as I sneered, "Why don’t you and Melanie have another child to save your sick son? I’ll cover all the treatments."