CHAPTER THREE

Selene's POV

In a split second, he got to my front.

"Selene, thank you for coming." He muttered. I could see panic clearly in my husband’s eyes. What did they say was wrong with her? Just why was he thanking me for coming?!

Just then he spoke.

"Kayla had fainted last night. All efforts to wake her up had been to no avail." He spoke. Now I was wondering. So had I come to replace her or what? Ethan was hesitating to tell me why I had to be here for some reason.

Just then, his lips went up again.

"The doctor said Kayla needs a blood transfusion. Selene you're the only one we know that have the same blood group and Rhesus as Kayla. You have to give her your blood." He spoke.

My knees became weak. I staggered but he was quick to hold me in place.

I looked down at my arms and of course, I had gone pale. From my face, everyone could know that I was sick but my husband couldn't even notice the changes in my body. All he cared about was his mistress and now he said I should give her my blood.

Even God in heaven knows I would not give anybody my blood at this point in my life. I had a life growing inside of me and I must refuse this. He could get angry for all I care. My baby was more important.

With that, I shook my head at Ethan.

"Ethan, I'm sorry but I can't give my blood," I pronounced and his forehead scrunched up. Was he getting upset? I never expected less. There was nothing he’d do today that would make me give my blood to anyone, not to say his mistress. The one who had caused me nothing but pain since her arrival.

I'm sure several times in her heart she wished for me to die so she could have Ethan all to herself. How am I sure she was truly sick and not just wanted to drink my blood? What if this was her way of getting rid of me?

"You can't do this to me. You must give her your blood." Ethan voiced, startling me. Why did he sound as if he'd force me if I dared say no one more time? He was scaring me.

Before I knew it, he jerked my arm into his palm and began dragging me along.

All struggles to wriggle free proved abortive.

"Ethan let me go!!" I yelled, but he wouldn't even glance at me.

I had never seen my husband like this for the past five years of our marriage. I could swear he loved me so much and would never do something like this my entire existence.

A few seconds later, we arrived at the ward where Kayla lay, her face glowing and her mouth talking non-stop even though Ethan said she was seriously sick and wouldn't wake up.

Then, the doctor appeared.

"She's here Damien. She's my wife and she'd donate the blood." He muttered.

"I wouldn't donate my blood to anybody!" I yelled, trying to remove my arm that Ethan still held in his hands.

"Is anything the matter?" The doctor asked.

"I can't donate my blood," I muttered once more.

I should've said it out loud that I was pregnant, but I wasn't sure if I should let Ethan know anymore.

He was crossing all boundaries just for his ex. If he had shown this side of himself before our marriage, there was no way I'd have agreed to marry him.

Ethan had become a different person, someone I couldn't figure out anymore. Because tell me why he said Kayla hasn't woken up but I met her here awake and talking? Except now that she had just closed her eyes and her mouth was wailing.

He dragged me forward again, towards a bed, but I refused.

"Tell me what the problem is?" The doctor asked again.

"I wouldn't donate even a pinch of my blood to that b!tch lying there," I muttered, my tone bitter. I knew she heard me, seeing her move her eyelids

"Damien, don't listen to her words, she'd donate the blood," Ethan muttered, my chest twisted with so much pain.

"She looked sick and outrageously pale, I think she knows what she's saying. Let's look for another donor." The doctor muttered and turned to leave.

My heart felt some relief, and I breathed out a deep sigh. Now I could finally leave, first I would visit my doctor to complain about my stress today maybe there were drugs I'd need to take. But just as I turned around, Ethan spoke again.

"She's not sick, take her blood, save Kayla, she has work to do. She needs to get out of this hospital bed." Ethan spoke.

My eyes went up to him, was this my Ethan? The one who doesn't joke with anything that concerns me?  I stood dumbfounded, my eyes still looking at him, but he wouldn't look back at me. Then it dawned on me, I had lost him. The Ethan that was here now was a different person. This Ethan wouldn't hesitate to take my life just to keep his mistress alive.

Before I could conclude the several thoughts in my head, I found myself in a bed. Pinned down by Ethan. My heart was almost jumping out of my chest. Ethan had scarred my heart. My husband who was supposed to protect me was the one putting me in danger.

The man in my life who was supposed to support and guide only the thing in my interest was the one against me and forcing me to do things against my will and for the one whom I had I hate with every drop of blood in my body. Ethan had crossed all the lines. I was done with him, I was done with this marriage.

A few minutes later, they were done taking my blood. I could see two blood bags filled from my body. Tears fell from both sides of my eyes. I was devastated.

As soon as the blood was taken and the doctor was made to exit the room, Ethan left with him.

Nothing like inquiring if I was doing okay or not.

Several minutes later, no one came back to check on me.