Chapter 1

Two months pregnant, Daniel Brown demanded I give blood to his childhood sweetheart, Chloe.

Already anemic, I refused, my eyes burning. But his friends just called me selfish.

“Chloe is on the operating table. You’re the only match. What’s the big deal about donating a little blood?”

With that, they practically dragged me inside.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Daniel’s eyes, but he hardened his gaze.

“It’s just a blood donation. Our baby will be fine.”

I stopped struggling, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

After the transfusion, a sudden, excruciating pain ripped through my abdomen.

The baby we’d hoped for for three years was gone.

I stayed in the hospital alone for three days after the miscarriage. Meanwhile, Daniel remained glued to Chloe’s side, never leaving her.

My womb felt empty, but it was my heart that truly ached.

As I was discharged, I coincidentally ran into Chloe and Daniel, surrounded by their usual group of friends.

I carried my backpack, utterly alone, while Daniel helped Chloe walk, supporting her every step.

When his gaze landed on me, Daniel paused.

“Why are you still at the hospital?”