My Wife and Her Trainer Sold My Blood for a Fortune—This Retaliation Will Make Them Pay in Blood

Three years into our marriage, my wife, Scarlett, had conned me into donating blood 47 times. Meanwhile, she was getting intimate with Jax, her gym trainer.

“Every time I see that look on his face, so willing to donate blood to save someone, I just find it hilarious,” Scarlett scoffed, catching her breath.

“Come on, don’t say that. Our dear Leo is such a saint. He genuinely believes his blood is saving lives, all for those ‘patients’ you’ve made up.”

Jax chuckled, gently holding her waist.

I watched through the crack in the door, my blood freezing instantly.

“We’ll need another batch of blood next month. We can raise the price again this time; Leo’s blood type is so rare after all.”

Scarlett adjusted her position and kissed him.

My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms.

Through the door crack, I saw her sitting on the office desk, her legs wrapped around the young man’s waist, locked in a fervent kiss.

“$70,000 a bag, that’s indeed a good price,” Jax replied, satisfied.

My fists tightened, the blood in my veins felt like it was burning.