My Husband Took Our Children’s Hearts for His First Love, I Took His Everything

When I was eight months pregnant,I slipped on the stairs while cleaning the house.Blood instantly stained the floor crimson.The doctor called my husband frantically,but he never answered,not even once.

My vision swam in a haze of agony.In the end,I was sobbing,shaking uncontrollably,as I signed the surgery consent form myself.

When I woke up,I found out that the baby didn’t survive.Before the tsunami of grief could even hit,I overheard the doctor speaking to my husband on the phone.