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Tyler's POV “I don’t care what happens to her,” Emily’s mother said, her voice flat. “And I’m not donating my blood. You’re wasting your time here. Leave.”I just stood there frozen. My stomach twisted so hard it felt like I might be sick. She couldn’t be serious. No mother could be this heartless. I clenched my teeth and stepped forward without saying a word. I walked past Wendy.“Tyler—” Wendy called. But I didn’t answer.I stopped directly in front of Emily’s mother again. Slowly, I lifted my head and met her eyes. “Name your price.”Her brows shot up. “What?”“You heard me,” I said, my voice low. “Name your price. I want you to donate blood to my wife. Now.”She scoffed. “I already said I’m not intere—”“Five hundred thousand dollars.”She froze completely, staring at me with suspicion. “Five… what?”“One million dollars,” I said without hesitation. “I’ll give you one million dollars to donate blood to Emily.”Her eyes widened, greed lighting them up instantly. Then she laughed.

Emily's POV I didn’t know why my heart was racing so hard just because Tyler was about to help me change my clothes. I was weak and clearly in no position to do it myself. And also, this was my husband. We’ve had sex a lot of times before. So why did I feel like a nervous girl with her high-school crush?Maybe it was because we hadn’t been intimate in almost a month, or maybe it was just in my nature to get shy in times like these. “May I?” Tyler asked quietly.My cheeks burned and I nodded.Tyler smiled faintly and gently helped the hospital gown off my shoulders, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.“You okay?” he asked softly.“Yes,” I whispered, even though my heart was pounding.The moment my clothes came off, my hands moved on their own, wrapping around myself shyly. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I turned my face away, suddenly very aware of how exposed I felt, even though it was my husband.Tyler’s soft laugh reached my ears.“Why are you shying away, hmm?” he murmured.I sw

Tyler's POV When Wendy mentioned that Emily’s old high school crush, Jacob, was coming, a strange knot tightened in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Emily. I trusted her with my life. But hearing how obsessed she had been with this guy back then, made me quite curious.And now he was coming here. As we all sat at the dining table, I watched him closely. He was impressive. He was rich, well-dressed, confident, with an aura of responsibility that made it clear he had done well for himself. I couldn’t deny that. But the moment he pulled out that small box, smiled at Emily, and said, “Happy birthday, Emily,” everything changed.I froze, the spoon slipping from my hand as my chest tightened. My heart started racing uncontrollably. Birthday? How? I blinked, staring at the box in his hands, then at Emily’s surprised face. It suddenly hit me that today was her birthday. And I had no idea.Someone I claimed to love, someone I said I'd fight for, someone I cherished and wanted to prote

Emily's POV I was already awake by 6 a.m. Sleep hadn’t stood a chance against the excitement bubbling in my chest. Everything that had happened last night made me feel so giddy. Tyler’s voice and the way he’d looked at me when he confessed his feelings. I’d broken down, crying in his arms so hard I’d almost embarrassed myself, but he hadn’t let go.And somehow, one thing had led to another and we had the most intense sex. I could call it make-up sex, but it felt different. Like two people finally choosing each other after dancing around the truth for too long. The memory made my cheeks warm.I turned my head slightly and looked at him. Tyler was still asleep, stretched out beside me, wearing nothing but his shorts. His chest rose and fell slowly and I could feel his warmth even without touching himI realized then that I wasn’t wearing anything either. The blanket was the only thing covering me. I forced myself to look away. The first time he confessed his feelings, I felt it didn’t

Tyler's POV I really couldn’t help myself. Emily was standing there, cheeks flushed, eyes soft. Her lips were so soft against mine and it took a lot of self-control to not pin her on the wall and peel her clothes off. Maybe what made it even worse was the fact that she was my wife. She was mine. And I was hers. The thought alone made my chest tighten with love. I leaned in again, already forgetting about time and the meetings I had to attend. Then the door swung open. I froze, snapping my head toward it, ready to yell, fire, or murder whoever had the audacity to barge into my office unannounced.But then I saw that it was Ethan.“Dude,” he said casually, lifting both hands in surrender, “you didn’t even lock the door.”I stared at him. “You didn’t knock.”He shrugged. “I’ve never knocked before walking into your office. How was I supposed to know Emily was in here with you?”I exhaled slowly, running my tongue over my teeth. Annoyed, but annoyingly, he wasn’t wrong. Ethan never knoc