Where My Pulse Ended
After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed.
Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins.
In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work.
When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement.
"You're selfish and cowardly," he sneere
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