Poisoning His Mistress With My Marrow
Language: en
My husband didn’t ask for my permission. He just took it—a vial of my blood, stolen while I slept, to see if I was a match for his "One Who Got Away." That night, he came home practically vibrating with a manic sort of joy. He pulled me into a crushing hug, his breath smelling of expensive scotch and desperation. "Elena, it’s a miracle. You’re a perfect match. You can save Serena. You can give her the bone marrow she needs." I looked into Miles’s eyes, searching for a flicker of the man I thought I’d married three years ago. All I saw was a stranger obsessed with a ghost from his past. I…