All Chapters of She Loved Me So Much She Left: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My dad, Peter Laurent, died unexpectedly, and Mom, Jocelyn Nord, gave all the love she had for my dad to me. Her only hope in life was to see me get married and have children because she hoped to once again see my dad's likeness in the faces of her future grandchildren.So, I, Taylor Laurent, paid great attention to my health.From my childhood to adulthood, I sought treatment right away whenever I had any illness or pain. I consistently maintained a healthy diet and exercised moderately.One time, after a round of intense exercise, I went for a buffet. During the meal, I felt a sudden and sharp pain in my abdomen, and I fainted on the spot from the agony.When I woke up, I saw Mom staring at me in terror and saying, "You're not my daughter. Who are you?"I did not understand why Mom would say such words. But I knew she always worried about my health, so I instinctively reached out my hand to hold hers and comfort her."Mom, what are you talking about? I am your and Dad's daughte

Douglas looked over my medical records when I was rushed to the emergency department. He said, "It was just a normal emergency procedure including blood tests, X-rays to determine the cause, and the use of corresponding medication for treatment.""But why did Mom say I wasn't her daughter?" I asked.Douglas smiled indifferently and replied, "She was probably overthinking it. You just had abdominal pain. It wasn't like you had an organ transplant. Even if you had an organ transplant, medically speaking, you would still be you."Upon hearing the words "organ transplant," a terrifying thought suddenly rose in my mind. I questioned, "Did Dr. Gibson secretly replace my organs with someone else's? Was that why Mom thought I wasn't the original me?"Douglas's expression turned serious. "We are a proper hospital. Your abdominal pain only required medication and rest."He seemed earnest and not at all like he was lying to me. However, his answer did not provide any relief to me. This meant

I did not know how I walked out of the office. When I saw the anxious concern in Martin's eyes, my legs suddenly gave way. I collapsed into his arms weakly."Taylor, don't listen to their nonsense. If you're ill, we'll just go to a major hospital for further tests," Martin said reassuringly.I forced back my tears and cautiously gauged Martin's thoughts. With trembling lips, I asked, "If I can't have children, will you still marry me?"This question caught Martin off guard, and he froze in place. His arms that were holding me loosened slightly. Although he did not give a direct reply to my question, I already knew his answer.I bit down hard on my lips and uttered, "Let's break up, Martin."And so, I was alone once again. If what Rowan had said was true, and that an individual with DSD could not bear children, then it was no wonder Mom had broken down and jumped to her death.After Dad died, the only thing keeping her going was seeing me get married and have children. If I could

"People nowadays are terrible! How could she lay a hand on an elderly woman!""How can she be so violent? Is it because she has XYY syndrome?""No wonder she looked so familiar. I work at premarital checkups. She's actually a man.""Huh? A cross-dressing guy?""No, it's a genetic disease.""I remember now. Isn't she the one whose mom shouted that she wasn't her daughter before jumping off the building? I saw that news.""Yeah. I remember, too. To think her mom died so tragically. Turns out she has been raising a son all these years.""Her mom was too fragile. Having a son is even better. Why jump at all?"Various slanderous comments about Mom and me appeared on social media. I typed away furiously with trembling hands, trying to defend Mom's reputation. But one individual's effort amounted to nothing against the whole internet. The comments I posted were instantly drowned out by the furious online discussions of strangers.My eyes gradually blurred as I stared at the phone s

According to Douglas's explanation, my bone marrow donor years ago was a man who carried the hereditary disease, porphyria, but had not shown any symptoms. Because of this, he passed the hospital blood bank's screening and provided his bone marrow for my transplant.My body produced healthy blood based on the donor's genetic code. As a result, my blood carried the donor's genes.That was why the premarital checkup report showed XY male chromosomes in my blood. Those belonged to the bone marrow donor. Hence, my blood type became type A, which was his blood type.As the bone marrow transplant was a success, my disorder was cured. Hank was accustomed to such situations and never thought to specifically mention that a young woman might carry another person's blood.Mom, of course, never imagined that I could possess genes from anyone other than my parents. The donor's porphyria gene had remained dormant in my body for years until the day I overexerted myself and overate.It triggered