My Blood Fed His First Love Chapter 07

My Blood Fed His First Love Chapter 07

Julian gripped a scalpel tightly in his hand, the blade reflecting cold light under the fluorescent lamps. 

He roughly shoved aside the assistant who tried to stop him and slammed the laboratory door shut with a heavy lock. 

Only the two of us remained in the sealed space. 

He advanced step by step, pressing the scalpel against my carotid artery. I could feel the cold blade cutting into my skin as beads of blood seeped out. 

“Why?” His voice trembled. “Why did you marry someone else?” 

I stared into his bloodshot eyes, my voice eerily calm: “We’ve been divorced for a long time, Julian. My 

marriage has nothing to do with you.” 

“Nothing to do with me?” He suddenly laughed, a bone–chilling sound. “You’re my wife!” 

“You don’t deserve me.” I enunciated each word. ” 

From the moment you treated our child as Serena’s 

backup medicine supply, you lost the right to be my husband.” 

His face contorted. 

“Fuck you!” The scalpel pressed deeper. “Call Lucas, now! Make him divorce you! Otherwise-” His eyes 

went manic. “Otherwise we die together today, and no one gets to have you!” 

He had lost his mind. 

Looking at him, a mournful calm suddenly washed over me. 

This was the man I once loved. 

The brilliant doctor who used to talk passionately about hematology in the lab. 

The husband who promised to give me a home. 

Now reduced to this deranged creature. 

“Julian,” I began slowly, “do you know what you really 

killed?” 

He froze. 

My voice was soft, yet each word cut like a knife. “You destroyed with your own hands the only person who truly loved you, destroyed the family that should have been yours, destroyed-” 

“shut up!” 

He flailed his arms in emotional chaos. 

I seized the moment to twist away, my shoulder knocking into the lab bench. 

Crash! 

A bottle of highly volatile ethanol rolled off, glass shattered, liquid splattered everywhere. 

The flame from the running Bunsen burner licked at the alcohol. 

BOOM-! 

Orange–red flames instantly devoured half the lab bench. Then a chain reaction–the chemical reagent cabinet let out a piercing hiss, and the shockwave from the explosion hit. 

I instinctively Covered my head. 

But the anticipated impact never came. 

A warm body lunged toward me, using his back to shield me from the falling burning beam. 

It was Julian. 

“Ahhh-!” 

His scream exploded in my ears. I smelled something burning–the stench of skin and flesh being scorched. 

The beam crushed down on him, bricks and concrete burying half his body in the rubble. 

Thick smoke choked me into violent coughing. 

When the smoke cleared, I saw his back–a bloody mess, white bone barely visible. 

“Clara…” 

He lifted his head, those eyes once cold and calculating now terrifyingly lucid. 

He raised his blood–soaked hand to touch my face, but 

froze mid–air and slowly withdrew it. 

“I’m sorry…” 

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. 

“I really… regret it…” 

His arm dropped. 

His pupils began to dilate. 

I stared at him blankly as tears suddenly streamed down my face uncontrollably. 

Soon after, the laboratory door was violently kicked open. 

“Clara!” 

Lucas’s voice. 

He rushed into the inferno, ignoring the scorching smoke, frantically clearing the debris crushing me and carrying me out. 

“You scared the shit out of me!” He held me tight, his voice shaking, “Do you know-” 

“I’m fine.” I leaned against him, watching firefighters carry out Julian’s body. 

The moment the white sheet covered him, I suddenly remembered years ago. 

That sunny afternoon when he handed me a blue rose, smiling: “Clara, marry me.” 

I said: “Okay.” 

Such a simple word. 

Yet it cost me five whole years of blood and tears. 

The ambulance siren faded away. 

Lucas squeezed my hand: “Let’s go home.” 

“Yeah.” 

I turned away without looking back. 

One month later, at the cemetery. 

I stood before Julian’s gravestone. 

I haven’t forgiven you, Julian. 

I’m only here to say goodbye to my foolish former self. 

On the distant lawn, Lucas held our two–year–old son in the sunlight, waiting for me. 

The little guy saw mommy and waved his chubby 

hands, grinning brilliantly: “Mama!” 

I walked toward them. 

Sunlight fell warm on my shoulders. 

Once, my blood was a curse, a golden shackle, fuel for others‘ greed. 

But now, it’s just ordinary fluid flowing through my body, warming the people I love. 

Lucas reached out to me, our son giggling between us. 

I looked at his profile and smiled: “Thank you for making me want to live.” 

A new life was just beginning. 

And the nightmare that imprisoned me had finally- 

Come to an end. 

END