After All the Waves Have Passed,
Move Forward to the New
Chapter 1
It’s been three years since I married Grant
Caldwell, and finally, I’m pregnant.
He denied my leave request, ordering me to
work until the day I give birth.
I always thought he was afraid something
might happen to me if I stayed home alone,
that he wouldn’t be able to get back in time.
Until his secretary, Star Jones, was injured,
bleeding profusely, and I was dragged in to
donate blood. That’s when I overheard the
doctor.
“Ms. Jones, Mr. Caldwell really treasures you,”
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the doctor said, his voice full of envy. “You
have a clotting disorder, and you’re a rare
blood type. Mr. Caldwell, to ensure your
safety, keeps a mobile blood bank on hand.”
My heart turned to ash.
Finally, I understood why I was initially
rejected from my interview at Caldwell Corp,
only to be called back because of my blood
work.
I understood why my leave request was
denied.
It was all because I also have the rare blood
type.
I gave up, left the city, and walked away.
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Star Jones’s expression was smug.
“Grant is just being overprotective,” she said.
“He won’t even let me pour my own water. I’m
not as fragile as he thinks, I’ll protect myself
for him. I don’t need a blood bank.”
Grant’s face remained grim, but his voice
trembled with fear when he spoke.
“Nonsense! It’s Susan Miller’s honor to be
your blood bank! Star, you’re infinitely more
important to me than someone as lowly as
her. Seeing you bleed, I almost went crazy!
Thank God you’re alright.”
He gently held her in his arms, visibly shaking.
Like he was holding a priceless, fragile vase.
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Star chuckled, “Lowly? She’s carrying your
child, isn’t she?”
Grant buried his face in her shoulder, his
voice muffled.
“If I didn’t bet that her child would also have
the same rare blood type, do you think I’d let
someone as lowly as her carry my child?”
Star burst out laughing.
But standing outside, watching this play out,
my heart shattered.
I’m pregnant, and they just forced me to
donate eight hundred milliliters of blood; I
almost fainted.
Grant didn’t even offer a word of concern.
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Not even a glance.
It was a nurse who finally took pity on me and
moved me to a nearby room.
Three years ago, Grant suddenly showered
me with affection.
He paid off my father’s gambling debts.
He promised my mother, on her death
anniversary, that he’d take care of me for life.
I truly believed I’d found my soulmate.
Now I see I was just a lamb to the slaughter.
