My Husband Made Me Miscarry, Now He Crawls Back in Tears

Seven years into our marriage, I finally got pregnant again.

Bursting with joy, I couldn't wait to share the news with my husband. But before I could, a call shattered my happiness—my mother had been in a car accident.

By the time I rushed to the hospital, it was too late. I hadn't even seen her for the last time

I was numb with grief when a familiar voice drifted from the ward next door.

"Tristan, be gentle. The baby is only a month old. You don't want me to end up like Meredith, who suffered and miscarried, do you?"