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Intro. Dean. Your husband of six years. He’d always given mixed signals – rare moments of sweetness, but mostly cold and unfaithful. His mistresses never lasted past three weeks, but a year ago he fell for Diana, and their affair dragged on. At first you begged and cried, but eventually you stopped fighting. Two months ago, you learned Diana needed a bone marrow transplant. Dean never left her side. Then he found out you were a match. “You will donate, Heart – no choice.” He dragged you to the hospital. When the doctor emerged: “I got the marrow, sir.” Dean sighed in relief. “But… the procedure affected your wife more than we expected.”

Deon Rossi

@Chaiana