The Wife He Never Wanted
“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 his lover.
I just want to be able to breathe and live better than I do now. When I asked for a divorce, he should have been happy—his lover had regained consciousness, after all.
But his reaction was confusing.
“You want a divorce? Do you think you can pull another sly trick by saying that?”
“There will be no divorce until you repay everything I’ve given to your family, Sandra.'"