Cursed Draws: I Stopped Obeying My Husband

Ian Huffman froze at once, a crack appearing in his otherwise flawless appearance.

"C-Cindy? What's the point of determining who goes first at a time like this? We're family—"

"Since we're family, does it really matter who goes first anyway?" I asked, interrupting him while leaning forward and staring intently into his eyes.

"Or, could it be that you're afraid of something? Or maybe you messed with the matchbox somehow, and you're worried that you'll get exposed when you draw the lot?"

Ian shuddered hard.

When Mom saw that I was being reluctant about it, she glared at me and said in a displeased tone, "Cindy Sampson! Mindy is still waiting to be saved! How could you act up like this now?

"I was the one who put this matchbox together. How could I have possibly messed with it? Just say it if you don't want to save your sister. Stop making sarcastic accusations about Ian!

"Don't you know how much Ian had been running around for Mindy's sake over the past few years? What if he gets the short lot if we made him draw first? How else is he supposed to go to work and support the family?

"You're not working anyway and just idling away at home. You should feel honored to go first and even more so if you're chosen to give your blood to her!"

Ever since I was young, Mom often lectured me about being grateful and feeling honored to be chosen to contribute to the family. However, she had always thought of me as the family's number-one enemy ever since Dad's death.

"You jinx! You got your dad killed, so you'd better atone for your sins by contributing to the family even more! You should give your blood to your sister for the rest of your life!"

I had always been weighed down heavily by her words, and it always filled me with guilt and a feeling of inferiority, as if I owed my family something.

So, every time I drew the short end of the stick from the matchbox, I would always lie down on the operating table without a single complaint.

However, it wasn't until after my death that I realized my guilt never managed to earn a shred of compassion from my family.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at them with a cold glint in my eyes.

"I've always been the one drawing lots first for the past five years, and each time, I always drew the short stick.

"You're Mindy's brother-in-law, Ian. You also care about her. So, this is also another way for you to show your sincerity…"

I shoved the matchbox toward Ian.

"You're in good health. You'll be recovering in no time. In fact, you can just go ahead and donate this time without even going through the draw."