Chapter 5
Her baby was gone.
Anastasia lay on the hospital bed, her hand resting on her flat stomach, face blank.
For the first time, she realized–when pain reached a certain point, it truly numbed you.
Edward sat by her side, offering half–hearted comfort. “Anna, don’t be sad. If we lose this one, we can always have another baby later.”
He looked at her, as if wanting to say more, when the door suddenly swung open. A nurse rushed in, her voice urgent.
“Family of patient in Room 24! The patient is hemorrhaging badly; she needs an immediate blood transfusion. The hospital blood bank is short–any family members with type B blood?”
Edward’s gaze fell on her. “Anna, Cilla was hurt protecting Tom during the escape. She ruptured a major artery. As Tom’s mother, you should set an example–step up and donate your blood.”
Anastasia was stunned.
He wanted a woman who had just miscarried to donate blood to his first love?
She could hardly believe her ears. Her fingers stiffly formed the words in sign language. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
The nurse added gently. “Mrs. Copeland just miscarried. She’s in no condition to give blood. Is anyone else type B? Time is critical–the patient can’t wait.”
“Anna, listen to me. You have to donate. You’re the only one who can save her ” Edward’s voice left no room for refusal. He ordered coldly, “Take her into the operating room. Draw her blood.”
From the next bed, Thomas had just woken up Hearing that his beloved Priscilla was in critical condition, he spoke to her for once in a soft tone. “Mommy, please save Priscilla. If she hadn’t shielded me, I’d be the one badly hurt It’s just blood–you won’t die ”
His words froze her heart completely
Her husband Her son
The two people who once meant everything to her
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And not one of them cared about her life.
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She struggled to get up, to escape, but Edward’s bodyguards caught her easily and forced her onto the operating table.
The needle pierced her skin. Blood streamed into the bag. In minutes, they had drawn 500cc.
Anastasia’s body shook uncontrollably as her vision blurred. Her body temperature was plummeting.
A nurse, unable to bear it, murmured, “Mr. Copeland, your wife’s body can’t handle any more blood loss. Maybe we should-”
But he cut her off coldly. “Keep drawing. Anna has always been healthy. However much Cilla needs, take it from her.”
Bag after bag was rushed into Priscilla’s operating room.
Anastasia finally collapsed, blacking out completely.
A miscarriage followed by massive blood loss–she remained unconscious for three days and nights.
Edward never came. And she no longer asked for him.
Once her body fully recovered, Anastasia returned to Copeland’s residence to gather the documents she needed for going abroad.
She pulled out everything that carried their shared memories.
A whole box of love letters. Birthday gifts that came year after year. Handmade crafts. Countless pieces of expensive jewelry…
All of it–proof of Edward’s love for her.
But she listed them on Facebook Marketplace. And the things that wouldn’t sell, she piled up in the back garden and set on fire.
The flames devoured every last trace of memory
Her heart would never again belong to him
She stared blankly at the final envelope burning to ash, not noticing the shadow closing in behind
her
When she finally looked up her eyes met Edward’s flustered gaze
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He strode forward, pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling in a way that even surprised himself. “Honey, what are you doing? What are you burning?”
While she lay unconscious, he had spent nearly every moment at Priscilla’s side.
He’d even prepared excuses for her questions–yet Anastasia never asked.
Her strange calm unsettled him more and more. His arms tightened around her in fear.
He couldn’t even say clearly what he felt for her.
Divorce her? He couldn’t let go.
Be faithful? He still thought Priscilla was good.
So he told himself–keeping things this way was fine.
Anastasia studied him for a long moment before forcing a small smile, her hands signing. “I’m fine. Just burning some old clothes that were taking up space.”
But her words didn’t ease his doubts.
He was about to press further when she turned and walked away.
Over the next few days, she threw herself into tying up work, secretly transferred her assets, and collected the visa she’d arranged early.
When everything was ready, only three days remained before she went overseas.
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