Even Without Your Blood, I Can Live Well on My Own — Novel

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Tania’s world shatters as she lies in a hospital bed, abandoned by the man she thought would always be by her side. Jerome Baldwin, the love of her life, has chosen to save another woman with his precious blood, leaving Tania feeling invisible and betrayed. As she grapples with her illness, the revelations about Jerome’s true affections for Jessica—a woman who seems to embody everything Tania is not—leave her drowning in jealousy and despair. Is love truly so fickle?

With every passing moment, Tania must confront the stark reality of her situation: Jerome’s devotion to Jessica grows while her own health slips through her fingers. Can she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will she forever be overshadowed by the woman who now holds Jerome’s heart? As whispers of loyalty and betrayal swirl around her, Tania must navigate a web of complex emotions and harsh truths.

In a world where love can be as fleeting as life itself, can Tania learn to stand on her own? Or will she continue to be defined by the love she’s lost? With stakes rising and her health hanging in the balance, Tania’s journey to self-discovery begins here.

Even Without Your Blood, I Can Live Well on My OwnChapter 1

I was gravely ill, hospitalized and nearing death, while Jerome Baldwin held me in his arms with a look of distress. He said, "Tania, I've had 20 tubes of blood drawn for you. You'll be fine."

Thinking I was asleep, he turned to instruct the nurse, "Quickly, send these 19 tubes to Room 333 for Jessica Almaz."

The nurse hesitated and said, "There are no KEN-type blood bags in the hospital. One tube might not be enough …"

Jerome waved impatiently, "It's my blood and I decide. One tube is enough. As long as she doesn't die, it'll do!"

I tightly closed my eyes, but a single tear still slid down my cheek. Later, I found someone willing to donate blood to me endlessly.

Jerome, however, went crazy, declaring that his blood was his to allocate, draw as much as needed, as he would decide. But I didn't need it anymore.

——

As the nurse hesitated, I suddenly opened my eyes and spoke weakly, "Listen to him. It's his blood and he decides."

The nurse looked at me and then at Jerome, as if silently hoping he might have a shred of conscience and leave me a few extra tubes. Because one tube truly wasn't enough.