The Wife He Never Wanted

Cassandra

"It’s too dangerous for the donor to give 600cc at a time. Her condition could worsen and lead to death."

Death?

My heart started racing instantly, yet I couldn’t move my body at all.

A desperate hope kept rising within me, that Sebastian would stop this. That he would put an end to my suffering.

But then, I heard his cold response. "That’s what she deserves. Give her glucose when she’s about to collapse."

Ah… What was I expecting from him?

I had always known he would answer with indifference, without the slightest bit of care.

Chaos…

I could say that my life was truly a mess. But could I even call this a life when I was nothing more than a replacement?

My existence felt like that of a mere blood bag.

I lay there, my head throbbing, my vision growing weaker. But I could still see beside me—a beautiful woman with a pale face, lying motionless. Next to her was Sebastian, holding her hand gently, his eyes filled with endless worry.

I could see how much he loved Isabella, to the point that he would do anything for her.

Unfortunately for me, I was Sebastian’s legal wife. The woman who had been by his side for the past three years.

Isabella and I shared the same rare blood type, RH-negative. That was why I had always been the one providing her with the blood she needed to survive all this time.

For some reason, that realization made me sad. I felt so lonely, yet I couldn’t say a word. In the end, I simply let things happen, hoping that somehow, I would be okay.

A loud ringing sound echoed in my head, pushing against my skull until I had to clutch it tightly.

With his back growing faint and further away, a feeling like a cold mist wrapped around my heart.

The first thing I did upon waking up was search for him... an act of utter foolishness. I shouldn’t have done that. I already knew he wouldn’t be there by my side, looking at me with worry.

Yeah. Never.

That had never happen.

It had happened more than five times. I stopped counting after the tenth time I donated blood for Isabella. Then, it just kept going until I lost track of how much of my precious blood I had given her.

That woman had never woken up from her coma state. She should be deeply grateful to me for overcoming my fear of needles just so she could still be alive today.

I always tried to be brave when the needle pierced my skin. Sebastian once told me I was being dramatic and disgusting for closing my eyes. He thought I was only pretending.

“I need to go home.”

I let out a breath. My body was weak after donating 600cc of blood for her. This was the side effect.

With slow, unsteady steps, I made my way out of that place and finally arrived at a house that felt empty.

Sebastian wasn’t home.

I sat on the sofa, leaning my back against it. My breathing was heavy, each exhale feeling labored.

“Sebastian should be back soon.”

For once, I felt relieved to be alone.

I could rest without any interruptions. With my body still so weak, falling asleep again was effortless. And I hoped that by resting here, I would wake up in time to hear him when he returned.

But really… I didn’t have a choice.

I let out a breathy sigh and adjusted myself into a comfortable position before completely drifting off on the sofa. I was sleeping when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

Still half-asleep, I tried to take it out without opening my eyes, but it got tangled with the fabric of my clothes.

After finally managing to retrieve it, my eyes still closed, I glanced at the screen. Sebastian was not the type to call me. He had always said he didn’t want to waste his time.

Despite being husband and wife, we didn’t share a close relationship. Not in the way a married couple should.

I opened his message.

I’m not coming home.

I stared at it for a moment before replying briefly.

Okay.

I could feel the heaviness in my chest. I knew he would continue staying by Isabella’s side. And that uncomfortable feeling pushed me to scroll through our previous conversations.

It was always the same. Our messages were always brief and to the point. Nothing that resembled a conversation between husband and wife.

Of course, I knew why. Because he never loved me. Becoming his wife was nothing more than a twist of fate.

Three years ago, he was supposed to marry Isabella... .the woman he loved. But tragedy struck just days before their wedding. A car accident left Isabella in a coma.

Politicians and business tycoons from all over the country were already arriving to attend the wedding of the Monclaire family's son. The Monclaires had immense pride, and if this wedding didn’t happen, it would be a huge disgrace for them.

The Monclaire family came to mine and told me that I had to marry Sebastian. In return, they would support the Bellamy family.

Do you know what I felt when that offer came?

It felt like fireworks exploded in my chest.

I was ecstatic, something I shouldn’t have felt, considering the circumstances. Feeling joy at Isabella’s misfortune was morally wrong.

I lost my mother when I was seven years old. My once warm life changed so quickly, grief overwhelmed me, and then my father remarried, building a new family without me… as if I were a stranger. Not long after, my stepmother gave birth to a baby boy. I was truly happy, but as always, I was left alone, with only my old piano to keep me company.

Then, I’ll never forget the first time we met. Sebastian was the man who often watched my little performances quietly from the garden. Eventually, I learned that he was the son of the family who had moved in next door.

We gradually became close, and Sebastian once told me that he, too, had lost his mother when he was young. I felt like we shared the same kind of wound…

Just as I began to feel like I wasn’t alone anymore, his family moved away. The farewell left me feeling empty, but Sebastian... he gave me his mother’s brooch, saying it would always keep me company.

Looking back on all of that, I think I’ve repaid every bit of warmth and kindness he once gave me.

Yeah, I often watched him from afar, admiring the way his black hair shone under the sunlight, the deep timbre of his voice, the effortless grace of his movements. To me, he was perfect. For years, he unknowingly turned me into his secret admirer.

But his love was never mine to have.

He loved Isabella.

Let me say it again, he only ever wanted Isabella.

On our wedding day, his words stabbed through my heart like a blade, and I could never forget them.

“I will never love you.”

His voice was deep and quiet, yet cold enough to pierce straight through my bones.

God, I knew he only married me because I had the same rare blood type as Isabella.

Sebastian spoke to me firmly, making it clear that I had to keep donating my blood to Isabella regularly. That woman suffered from severe anemia due to prolonged bed rest.

The time I had spent as his wife had passed for quite a while now. And yet, I was still playing that role, still preparing breakfast for Sebastian.

There was still a sliver of hope within me. That one day, he would finally see me. So I never stopped trying. Until at last, breakfast was ready. I heard the sound of footsteps, making the corners of my lips lift slightly.

He’s back. His steps came to a halt as he glanced at the neatly arranged food on the dining table.

“I’ve told you so many times, I don’t need you to cook for me. Are you a maid?”

The words that came out of his mouth were the same as always, cruel and cold.

He never appreciated what I did. Even though he had told me not to do this, I kept doing it anyway. A small part of me still wished that maybe, just maybe, he would eat the food I made…

His deadly demeanor made me lower my gaze. Then, he tossed his black suit jacket aside.

“Isabella’s condition is improving. I won’t be coming back to stay for many nights. Don’t bother me with your annoying complaints.”

And with that, he left.