My best friend Bella Burns was hemorrhaging after childbirth, her life hanging by a thread. My husband Peter Green urged me to donate blood to save her. To save her, I didn’t hesitate to give blood, pulling her back from the brink of death. But this exposed the fact that I have an extremely rare Rh-negative blood type. Later, when her daughter developed a rare disease requiring a complete blood transfusion, she begged me desperately to donate blood. But I had just gotten pregnant and couldn’t donate blood at all. Peter persuaded me: “You just need to save a little girl. You don’t need to give much blood. Don’t be so heartless.” After I firmly refused, Bella knelt in front of me in public, crying her heart out. “Paige is only two years old. How can you bear to watch her die!” Bella even spread the word online that I was refusing to save a life, not even sparing a child. I was condemned by internet users, spurned by friends and colleagues. Even Peter found me cold-hearted and demanded a divorce. Meanwhile, Bella went viral online, not only receiving millions of dollars in donations but also having hospitals offer free treatment for her daughter. I rushed to Bella’s house to confront her, only to walk in on Peter and her passionately kissing. Bella laughed: “You can’t have children, so naturally he favors me more.” I had an emotional breakdown and grabbed scissors, ready to stab Bella. But Peter plunged a knife into my throat. I died from suffocation. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Bella knelt and begged me to donate blood to save someone. ***** “Lara Lewis, just donate blood for Paige. Paige just needs a complete blood transfusion, it’s no big deal.” I looked coldly at Bella, who was kneeling in front of me crying her eyes out, my nails digging into my palms until they drew blood. My voice was hoarse as I replied: “I can’t donate blood. Bella, you should find someone else.” Bella cried even more heartbreakingly. Anyone who saw her would think she was utterly pitiful. Peter also frowned, looking at me with disapproval. “How much blood could Paige possibly need? Don’t be so heartless.” Seeing the heartache in Peter’s eyes and his hand on Bella’s shoulder, the hatred in my heart deepened. In my previous life, Bella had hemorrhaged after childbirth, her life in danger. Peter looked anxious and urged me to donate blood to save her. He condemned me: “Bella is your best friend! Can you bear to watch her die?” Bella and I had been best friends for nearly twenty years, so naturally I couldn’t bear to watch her die. So I didn’t hesitate to donate blood, just to pull Bella back from the brink of death. But when Bella woke up, she didn’t thank me. Even after her daughter was diagnosed with a rare disease requiring a complete blood transfusion, she set her sights on me again. At that time, I had just learned I was pregnant, so naturally I firmly refused to donate blood. But Bella spread the word online that I was refusing to save a life, that I was heartless and cruel. I was condemned by internet users, chased and blocked by strangers, and nearly lost my child. My friends and colleagues also spurned me. They not only cut ties with me but also reported me to the company for misconduct, getting me fired. Even Peter found me cold-hearted and would rather give up all his assets than divorce me. Meanwhile, Bella won the sympathy of internet users. She not only received millions of dollars in donations but also had hospitals willing to provide free treatment. I rushed to Bella’s house, only to see her and Peter passionately kissing. Instantly furious, I rushed over to demand why they were doing this to me. Bella leaned into Peter’s arms, smiling smugly. “You can’t have children, so naturally he favors me more.” I had an emotional breakdown and grabbed the scissors from the table, lunging at Bella. But Peter plunged a knife into my throat. In the end, I died from suffocation. Thinking of this, I instinctively touched my abdomen. Bella’s shrill crying brought me back to reality. She crawled over to me crying, hugging my legs and refusing to let go. “Paige is only two years old. How can you refuse to save her? “She has a rare Rh-negative blood type. Only you can save her. How can you bear to watch her die?” Her crying immediately drew everyone else’s attention. Everyone urged me to donate blood. “How much blood could a small child need? As an adult, don’t be so petty.” “You won’t even save a two-year-old child? Are you even human!”
A smug look flashed in Bella’s eyes as she lifted her chin, waiting for me to give in. I shot back directly: “Why don’t you donate yourself? Blood donation isn’t something to take lightly!” Everyone immediately fell silent, afraid that saying one more word would get them forced into donating blood too. I turned around and looked at Bella with confusion: “You also have the rare Rh-negative blood type. Why aren’t you donating blood to Paige?” Bella panicked for a moment, stammering her rebuttal: “Lara, don’t talk nonsense. I’m not some rare blood type.” I covered my mouth, putting on a surprised expression: “Bella, what are you saying? When you had postpartum hemorrhaging, I was the one who donated blood to you!” Bella reacted quickly, immediately declaring with righteous indignation that doctors don’t allow direct family members to donate blood. She expressed her anguish: “If direct family members could donate blood, I’d risk my life to save Paige!” Peter stepped protectively in front of Bella, frowning as he scolded me loudly: “Stop hitting Bella where it hurts! If you really care about Paige, you should hurry up and donate blood!” The people around us chimed in, pressing me from all sides, all just to force me to donate blood to save Paige. I even heard someone in the crowd whispering that Peter was so good to Bella, and that they clearly looked like a loving couple. The smile on my face completely crumbled as my emotions broke down: “So you’re just going to keep protecting Bella? Don’t forget, I’m your wife!” A chorus of boos rose from the crowd of onlookers, and everyone’s gaze toward Peter and Bella changed. Panic flashed in Peter’s eyes before he composed himself. He declared righteously that he was a champion of justice and would never cover for me just because I was his wife. Bella also dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud, kowtowing to me over and over: “Lara, please save Paige this once. As long as you’re willing to save Paige, I’ll do anything for you!” The people around us couldn’t stand it anymore. Not only were there angry shouts, but someone even morally blackmailed me: “If you don’t save this child today and she dies, you’ll be a murderer!” Peter played the righteous hero, making the decision for me: “You’re going to donate blood to Paige right now. If you don’t donate, we’re getting divorced!” With that, he grabbed my hand and forcefully dragged me toward the blood draw station.
Behind me, Bella triumphantly thanked me loudly, saying Paige would remember my kindness for the rest of her life. I looked at Bella, who thought she had victory in the bag, and forcefully broke free from Peter’s grip. Following Bella’s example, I knelt in front of her, silently shedding tears. I cried loudly: “But I really can’t donate blood. I just found out I’m pregnant a couple days ago. I’ve been married for so many years, and it’s taken so long to finally have this child. Bella, you should understand, right?” As soon as I finished speaking, Bella immediately screamed: “Impossible! How could you possibly be pregnant?” Peter was also skeptical about my pregnancy. He insisted it was a misdiagnosis and told me not to believe it. Looking at the two panicked people in front of me, my heart sank slightly. Could it be that my years of infertility were their doing? I suppressed the panic in my heart and looked at Bella apologetically: “I really can’t donate blood. Bella, as a mother yourself, you should understand me.” Bella still wouldn’t give up, persistently denying the fact of my pregnancy. Even when I placed the pregnancy test results in front of her, she insisted I couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Peter also accused me with righteous indignation: “How could you make up being pregnant just to avoid donating blood to save someone?” Seeing how certain they both looked, I couldn’t help but laugh: “Who told you I can’t get pregnant? The doctors all said there’s nothing wrong with me.” Bella helplessly tapped my forehead with her finger, looking at me with mild reproach: “Lara, have you forgotten? The pre-marital medical report clearly stated you’re one hundred percent unable to conceive.” Peter turned his head away with an expression of reluctance to discuss it, obviously agreeing with Bella’s statement. Everyone mocked and ridiculed me, saying I was pretending to be pregnant just to avoid donating blood, no wonder I didn’t have children. Several emotionally agitated middle-aged women even pointed at me and cursed: “You don’t have children because you’ve done nothing but evil!” “You better do some good deeds, or you’ll go to hell when you die!” With the support of the onlookers, Bella and Peter became even more smug. The corners of my mouth turned up slightly as I suggested getting another pregnancy test at the hospital. Bella hesitated, but I immediately said: “Don’t tell me you don’t even trust the hospital you found for Paige? This isn’t some fake hospital, is it?” Hearing me question the hospital, the patients’ families immediately defended it, saying the hospital was nationally ranked and absolutely couldn’t make mistakes. I raised an eyebrow at the two standing together. After exchanging glances, they agreed to my suggestion. The test results came back quickly. Peter volunteered to get the report. He looked at the pregnancy test in his hands for a long while without saying anything. I was confident, believing my pregnancy was absolutely undeniable. But the next second, Peter held up the test results and accused me with heartbreak: “Honey, you’re clearly not pregnant. Why won’t you just admit it?” I instinctively protested. In my past life, I watched my belly grow day by day—how could I not have been pregnant? Bella’s mouth fell open as she stepped back several paces, muttering: “Do you hate seeing me have children so much? You even want to take away my only hope. You’re trying to drive me to death!” She burst into tears and collapsed to the ground. Peter rushed over to help her up, glaring at me viciously: “You were the one who demanded the test. The results are out, but you still won’t admit it. I never should have married such a vicious woman!” With that, Peter handed the pregnancy test to the onlookers. After everyone looked at it, they all concluded I was faking pregnancy. The last man to read it threw the test results at me with disgust: “It clearly says you’re not pregnant—this can’t be faked.” I picked up the fallen test results in disbelief. It indeed stated I wasn’t pregnant, and there was even a small line saying I had no reproductive capacity whatsoever. Looking at Peter’s heartbroken expression over the results, I felt a chill. What hospital pregnancy test would specify lack of reproductive capacity? I forced myself to stay calm and pointed to that small line, saying the test was fake. A scoff came from the crowd, and a doctor in a white coat emerged from the group. She pushed up her glasses and declared forcefully:
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