Here is the English translation of your text: "My husband is a good person. After my brother died in the line of duty, he took on the responsibility of taking care of my brother's wife. Not only is he on call 24 hours a day, but whenever my brother's wife has a little bump or bruise, she calls me to donate blood. It's because both of us have the rare 'panda' blood type. Later, my brother's wife played a game where she pulled me down the stairs to see who my husband cared about more. She won. When I was injured on the head, my husband forcibly extracted 600 cc of my blood to give to her. However, she forgot that I am a criminal defense lawyer. After I was discharged from the hospital, I collected evidence and sent her to prison, and I also filed for divorce. My husband, however, cried and begged me, 'Wife, I was wrong. Can you give me another chance?' I sarcastically replied, 'You want me to give you a chance to draw my blood?'"
"Please draw 200cc of blood from her." Nigel pinned me against the blood test counter, ignoring my pale face.
My bare feet touched the cold floor, and I shivered hard.
"But your girlfriend doesn't look well," the nurse said, eyeing us curiously.
"Katherine, Melissa got hurt. You have the same blood type. Only you can help her," Nigel said, his hand pressing hard on my shoulder.
Sure, Melissa got hurt, so they needed me, the walking blood bank.
That night, Nigel had yanked me out of bed, waking me in a panic. He said Melissa was injured. Without letting me change out of my pajamas or put on shoes, he dragged me to the hospital.
All because I shared the same rare RH-negative panda blood as Melissa.
Otherwise, Nigel wouldn't have bothered with me.
He worried my arguments might upset Melissa.
But I hadn't said a word that day.
Nigel grew impatient. "Katherine, can you stop being so selfish? Melissa's pregnant. Are you going to let her die?"
The nurse stepped in. "Sir, this is a hospital. Donating blood is voluntary. No one can force anyone to do it."
"Draw it," I said, rolling up my sleeve. "I'm donating because of her status as a martyr's widow."
Maybe because I didn't argue, Nigel looked at me oddly.
"Fine, I'll make you pig liver porridge to help you recover when we get back," he said, his tone unusually soft.
Before I could respond, his phone rang, and his face changed instantly.
"I'm Melissa's family. Is she badly hurt? I'm coming now," he said into the phone before hanging up and running off.
After a few steps, he paused. "Melissa's in the ER. I'm going to check on her."
I clenched my fists, causing the nurse to gasp. "You're bleeding back. Relax."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]