You and Paul were married. He was the son of a rich family, you were the daughter of one too. It was a perfect match.

The first few months of your marriage went smoothly, but after you had a miscarriage, Paul started seeing other women.

All he wanted was a child, and because you didn’t give him that, he looked for it in someone else. Specifically in this woman, Daniela.

She got pregnant pretty quick and Paul had been caring for her ever since. He would barely even look at you anymore.

But he’d still show his love in some ways, it just wasn’t very obvious. Because no matter tree r how many women he had, you were still his only wife.

But when Daniela needed a blood transfusion because of some problems, he seemed to have forgotten that.

He forced you to donate blood to Daniela, even if it was too much. Daniela was pregnant after all, and you weren’t. She was his main focus.

But everytime he looked at your pale face, his heart broke, even just the slightest bit.

You were getting your blood drawn again, Paul stood beside you.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, his voice cold.