I Carried His Baby While He Carried Her Heart

When I was three months pregnant, my husband insisted I accompany him on horseback riding. At the stables, he rode with remarkable skill, galloping at full speed despite my reluctance. His gaze, however, kept flickering subtly toward the edge of the field.

I grew suspicious and wanted to ask him about it, but exhaustion overcame me, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up groggy and instinctively reached out to touch my husband. However, the sheets beside me were cold and empty. The man who always claimed to love me was at the stables, laughing and joking with another woman.