My Blood Fed Her First Love Chapter 07

My Blood Fed Her First Love Chapter 07

She held a scalpel, clearly smuggled in, its blade glinting coldly in her hand. 

She roughly pushed aside the assistant trying to stop her, then locked and blocked the heavy lab blast door from the inside! 

In the confined space, only she and I remained. 

She stepped closer, step by step, the tip of the scalpel reflecting a cold light under the surgical lamps. 

“Why?!” Her voice was hoarse and broken. “Why did you marry someone else? Why have my… have my…” My voice was unusually calm, even carrying a hint of pity. “Juliana, we’ve been divorced for a long time. I have nothing to do with you.” 

“Nothing to do with me?!” She suddenly let out a shrill laugh, chilling to the bone. 

“I found you first! I ‘cultivated‘ your value!” 

“I never belonged to anyone, especially not to you.” I said each word deliberately. “From the moment you treated me as a senseless blood bag, you lost the right to say such things.” 

Her face twisted, a mix of extreme pain, anger, and possessiveness. 

“Die!” she shrieked hysterically, pressing the blade deeper into my skin, beads of blood rolling down. She had completely lost her mind. 

Seeing her on the verge of collapse, a great, sorrowful calm suddenly washed over me. 

This was the person I had once deeply loved, considered my whole world. 

The brilliant female scientist whose eyes would shine when discussing the mysteries of blood with me in the lab. 

The wife who promised me a stable future. 

Now, she had become this monster, consumed by obsession, unrecognizable. 

“Juliana,” I spoke slowly, my voice soft, “do you know what you truly destroyed?” 

She froze, a momentary confusion in her eyes. 

You personally destroyed the only heart that loved 

you ou unreservedly and sincerely. You destroyed what should have been a warm home. You destroyed…” 

“Shut up! Shut up!” Her emotions completely, she wanted to cover her ears or lunge at me again. 

I seized the moment to dodge sideways, my shoulder hitting the edge of the nearby lab bench hard. 

Crash! 

On the benchtop, a bottle of high–concentration volatile organic solvent that hadn’t been put away in time was knocked over, soaking the nearby heating mantle–whose power indicator light was still glowing a faint red. 

Fizz-! 

Sparks instantly ignited the vapor and liquid. Whoosh-! 

Orange–red flames shot up, quickly engulfing half of the lab bench. 

Then- 

Boom! Crash! 

A more violent explosion occurred! The shockwave, carrying flames and debris, rushed towards us! 

I instinctively curled up, protecting my head. 

But the expected severe pain and impact didn’t fully land on me. 

shehad covered me with her back and body, shielding me from most of the explosion’s shockwave and flying burning debris! 

It was Juliana. 

“Ahhh-!!” 

A scream so inhuman it was almost unrecognizable pierced the lab. 

A severed, flaming piece of ventilation duct debris crashed down, landing heavily on her back. 

Thick smoke choked me, and I coughed violently. 

As the initial explosion’s dust and flames slightly subsided, I struggled to look- 

Her back was a mess of mangled flesh, charred black and crimson intertwined. The scalpel had long since 

flown off to who knows where. 

“Ca… Calvin…” 

With immense difficulty, she raised her head. Those eyes, once filled with shrewdness, indifference, and madness, were now clouded, only the haze of approaching death. 

Her hand seemed to want to touch my face but froze mid–air, then her fingers curled and fell weakly. 

“I’m… sor… ry…” 

Blood continuously flowed from the corners of her mouth, nose, and ears, 

“I really… regret it…” 

Her arm completely fell, no longer moving, 

Her pupils slowly began to dilate. 

Not long after, the lab door was forcibly breached from the outside with explosives. 

“Calvin!” 

Luna’s scream came, filled with unprecedented panic. 

“You scared me to death! You know, I thought…” Her voice choked, her body trembling slightly. 

“I’m fine.” I leaned into her embrace, my gaze looking over her shoulder as firefighters and paramedics carefully carried Juliana’s body from the wreckage. 

When the white shroud slowly covered her face, a scene from an ordinary afternoon many years ago şuddenly flashed in my mind. 

The sun was good that day. She handed me a uniquely shaped tie pin with a sapphire and said with a smile, Calvin, marry me.” 

I said, “Okay.” 

Such a simple word, a simple decision. 

Yet it cost me five years of blood, health, trust, and almost my entire self. 

The sirens of ambulances and fire trucks faded outside the window, eventually disappearing. 

Luna held my hand tightly, pulling me back from the icy memories. “Let’s go home,” she said. “Mm.” 

I took one last look at the wreckage, then turned, letting her lead me away, never looking back at this place. 

A month later, at the cemetery. 

I stood alone before Juliana’s gravestone. I didn’t bring flowers. 

Juliana, I haven’t forgiven you. 

Perhaps I never will. 

I’m here today not to mourn you, but to say a final goodbye–to bid farewell to that Calvin Ross who once foolishly, wholeheartedly loved you. 

Luna was holding our two–year–old son, Alex, patiently pointing at a little bird flying across the sky. 

He saw me and immediately waved his chubby little hand, calling out in a baby voice, “Daddy!” 

I walked towards them. 

The warm sun shone on my shoulders, dispelling the last chill of the cemetery. 

took Luna’s hand and also held my son’s tiny fingers. 

Looking into her gentle, determined eyes, I said softly 

“Thank you, for giving me the courage to live, and new hope.” 

Luna shook her head. “You grabbed that hope yourself, Calvin. No, Conrad.” 

A new life was just beginning. 

And the nightmare that imprisoned me was finally- Over. 

THE END