Marrying His Rival: The Jilted Wife's Sweet Revenge

"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option."

I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs.

I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world.

"Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution."

For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love.