The Scumbag Was Defeated By Me

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Ethan Sean, my husband, replaced the imported life-saving drug for me with vitamin C.

I was rushed into the ER and made it, but the baby in my belly didn't.

After leaving the ICU, I sent Ethan the divorce paper I had prepared.

He was finally willing to talk to me.

In the video chat, his childhood sweetheart cried brokenheartedly.

"Yara, I'm sorry I almost hurt you. Can you please not blame Ethan?"

Ethan wiped her tears gently as if he had done it many times. When he turned to me, he looked impatient.

"It's nothing. Don't make a big deal out of this!"