From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 131

“She came to you for help with Jared?”

Peter finally seemed to get it. “And you turned her down.”

Jessie felt exposed, as if someone had ripped away her last bit of dignity. She let out a sharp breath, deciding there was no point pretending. “Yeah, I didn’t agree. Peter, why should I? I don’t owe Eleanor anything. If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve even considered donating my bone marrow.”

“And now, since she only cares about money and refuses to walk away with nothing, there’s just no way I’d do it for her, either.”

Peter pressed his lips together, his eyes turning colder by the second. “So you and my mom decided to use the bone marrow as leverage against her?”

Jessie stared back at him, her chest tight. “Peter, you remember how I used to be, right? I’d cry if I saw a stray dog get hurt. How did I end up like this?”

He remembered, painfully so. He’d fallen for Jessie because she was so sincere, so untouched by the world, like a jasmine blossom. She seemed pure, and maybe more importantly, she was always just out of reach.

People always want what they can’t have.

But after Grady died and it seemed like he finally had a real chance with her, he realized he didn’t care for her as much as he thought. Watching her do things to hurt Eleanor, he felt something shift inside him—something closer to disappointment, maybe even disgust.

It was that slow, sinking feeling you get when you see someone without the rose-tinted glasses.

Jessie’s voice trembled, full of hurt. “Peter, how can you say that to me? Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty?”

“This isn’t just giving blood. This is bone marrow. I’ve always been terrified of pain. If she wasn’t your wife, I never would’ve even agreed to get tested.”

“So how can you use this to guilt-trip me?”

Peter’s frustration built up. He turned away, tugging at his tie, and when he caught sight of Jessie’s tears, it only made him feel more irritated. He recognized it for what it was: annoyance, not sympathy. He’d seen her tears too many times, and now they just felt like another way to get attention.

“Stop crying. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. Someone else already donated bone marrow to Jared. They don’t need you.”

Ever since she left the hospital, Paola couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who’d saved her—the girl who looked so much like her own daughter.

“Lily, did you find her yet?”

“I’m still working on it, Paola. There’s only one security camera on that street, and it couldn’t catch where you fell. Plus, there was such a big crowd, it blocked the view even more.”

Paola rolled the prayer beads in her hand, something inside her insisting she had to find that girl.

“Alright, just do your best. What about the offices nearby? Maybe she works around there?”

Paola even asked some of the bystanders from that day to help. She had someone sketch what they remembered. That drawing was the only clue they had.

“Okay, Paola. I’ll keep trying.”