When He Chose Her Son, I Took My Daughter and Left

On my sixth wedding anniversary, my husband celebrated another woman’s sick son.

He gave that boy the family heir pin. He let his parents call him their hope. And when my daughter Lily nearly died from an allergic reaction, her doctor had already been sent to him.

I thought that was the worst betrayal.

Then I found the file.

My daughter was listed as his backup donor.

My unborn baby’s cord blood had already been reserved.

Ethan called it saving a child.

His mother called it sacrifice.

His first love called my daughters useful.

So I stopped being his obedient wife.