On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love

Harry Hastings, the boy I raised with care, turned out to be the child of my husband, Patrick Hastings, and his ex-girlfriend, Rachel Parker. I became a laughingstock.

When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life.​

He was so remorseful that he cried at my bedside and begged for my forgiveness.

From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request.