The Wife He Starved To Death

Three years after I withered away, my husband finally remembered me.

His childhood sweetheart, Brielle, was suffering from a relapse of her chronic blood condition. She needed another infusion of my rare plasma to survive.

Caleb drove to the rundown cottage where he had discarded me, ready to force me to sign the consent forms. But the yard was silent and the windows were covered in thick dust.

He found the old woman living next door to ask about my whereabouts.

“You mean Avery?” the woman s