After My Husband’s Fake Death, He Brought His Pregnant Mistress

On our son's birthday, my husband took him out for a simple celebration. But both of them were killed in a car accident. What was meant to be a memory turned into a lifelong scar.

After that, I spiraled. Depression consumed me, and I attempted to take my own life more than once.

It wasn’t until I was pulled back from the edge again that I was told the cruelest truth of all: the child I had been carrying, my husband’s last gift, was gone.

Out of guilt, I chose to live. Not for myself but for the love I still carried for him and for the baby we lost.