He Gave Me Love but Gave Others His Desire — Novel

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Miranda Swift thought she had it all—love, devotion, and a promising future with Matthew Hawk. For years, he stood by her side, fighting against all odds, until betrayal shattered her world. Now, with the weight of his infidelity hanging heavy in the air, she must confront the truth of their relationship. As memories of their passionate beginnings clash with the painful reality of his choices, Miranda faces a heart-wrenching decision: to stay and endure the façade of love or to leave everything behind in search of her own freedom.

But as she prepares to erase her past, Matthew's unwavering devotion complicates her plans. He still shows up, blood donor and husband, with tender gestures that mask the fractures in their bond. Can love truly survive when trust is broken? Or is it merely a shadow of what once was? As Miranda grapples with her feelings and the ghosts of their shared history, the stakes rise. The question looms: can she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will she remain tethered to a love that no longer feels like home?

In a tale woven with longing and betrayal, the path to healing may lead to unexpected revelations and choices that will change everything.

He Gave Me Love but Gave Others His DesireChapter 1

Matthew Hawk had loved me for seven years. He stood against his family for me and shielded me with his life during a car accident.

I thought we would love each other for life and grow old together, but I accidentally discovered him holding the hand of a pregnant girl, saying to our mutual friend, "This is your new sister-in-law ..."

It was then I realized he had long betrayed me. He accompanied her to prenatal checkups and put the ring, promised only to me, on her hand.

Our mutual friends, instead of confronting him, concealed his betrayal from me.

Heartbroken, I left, aborted the baby and boarded a plane to another country on our wedding anniversary, leaving only divorce papers behind.

Matthew frantically searched for my whereabouts but never found me.

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In a private hospital, I half-reclined on the hospital bed, a thick needle inserted into the back of my hand, slowly infusing Matthew's blood into my veins.

I had a blood coagulation disorder requiring regular monthly transfusions. Matthew, sharing my blood type, ignored others' advice and insisted on donating blood to me every month.