The Price of His Sick Love
My CEO boyfriend, Elias Thatcher, had always admired strength, yet he willingly supported a useless intern.
Because he loved me more than life itself, or so I thought.
When a routine physical revealed that the intern, Zoey Redwood, and I shared the same rare blood type. So, he decided to keep her around as my emergency backup. She became a living blood bank, just in case something ever happened to me.
He cooked for her, took her on trips, made handmade gifts, and doted on her at every turn. He said he was doing it for my sake, building up good karma for me.
Then, I got into a car accident.
Rather than letting the intern donate blood to save me, my boyfriend had blood brought in from miles away.
His explanation was gentle, almost tender.
She had a cold. He was afraid something in her blood might be passed on to me.
The very next day, Zoey was diagnosed with kidney failure.
That was when he drugged me and had me wheeled into an operating room, forcing me to donate a kidney.
His voice was warm as he explained, "Zoey is your last resort. She has to stay healthy so she can save your life in a real emergency. I can't use her up over every little illness or injury. Having you donate a kidney to her is for your future, too.
"I don't want you overthinking things. Once the surgery is over, I'll marry you."
What he didn't know was that I already had mid-stage leukemia. His decision to make me donate that kidney had caused my cancer to spread.
I was dying. So, I would never get the chance to marry him.