The Price He Pays for My Seven Deaths​

Summary

The day my husband discovered my Rebirth System, wounds began appearing on my body. It wasn't until I left a glass of milk unfinished that I understood. As dizziness set in, I felt him wheeling me into his sterile, underground operating room.

I watched him inject a needle into my vein, murmuring, "She'll never know I'm taking a little blood." Then he drove a bone marrow aspirator into my hip. "Just a sample for Willow. To give her a new life. It's fine."

I struggled against the restraints, a silent scream in my throat.