After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

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“Take mine,” Michael said instantly, already rolling up his sleeve. “I’m O Positive. Take whatever you need.”

“I’m O Positive too,” I added desperately, stepping forward. “Use mine. Take it all if you have to.”

The doctor frowned, glancing down at his clipboard with visible confusion. “O Positive? Are you both certain of your blood types?”

“Yes,” Michael continue reading …