He Lost Me After the Miscarriage

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On my wedding anniversary with my husband, his female friend Heather pointed at Ethan and suddenly said: Actually, today is a double celebration. I'm pregnant with your child.

I was thunderstruck and immediately demanded an explanation.

Ethan just laughed nonchalantly and laid it all out: We grew up together. Exploring each other's bodies is perfectly normal. She and I are fuck buddies at most. You're still my legitimate wife.

Dizzy, I fell down the stairs and tumbled to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, and blood instantly stained my white dress.

I trembled as I pulled out my pregnancy test results: "Ethan, I..."

Before I could finish, he interrupted me with a sneer: "What tricks are you playing now? Trying to use a fake pregnancy to make Heather get an abortion?"

Heather also covered her mouth and laughed: "Natalie, did your blood pack leak? Your acting is so fake. Everyone knows you're infertile. Stop pretending."

Lying in a pool of blood, watching him hold someone else, I finally made a decision.

I accepted my college classmate's invitation to study at an overseas research institute.

I don't know how long I'd been lying in the hospital, but I was awakened by the heavy breathing of a man and woman on the ward's sofa.

"Heather, Natalie's still lying in the hospital bed. Let's go somewhere else."

"This is so exciting! Right in front of your own wife..."

I slowly opened my eyes.

A naked man and woman were entwined together.

I trembled with rage, finding it hard to believe.

This past year, Ethan had used his supposed germophobia as an excuse, and our intimate moments could be counted on one hand.

Even when going through the motions mechanically, he always frowned with disgust, calling me revolting afterward, like a bitch in heat.

He'd rush to the bathroom as if trying to scrub off a layer of skin.

Listening to Heather's passionate moans, the last trace of warmth remaining in my heart finally turned cold.

Ethan unconsciously glanced at me.

Only when he saw me motionless did he relax.

"This won't affect our child, will it?"

Heather's voice was sweet and soft: "I asked the doctor. Both your babies can handle moderate activity..."

I touched my flat abdomen, tears streaming down my face.

The two of them changed positions several times.

After more than ten minutes, they finally finished everything amid gasps and satisfaction.

After they left, I struggled to sit up.

Seeing the miscarriage report on the table, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably.

Ever since my uterus was injured, I'd undergone all kinds of treatments to conceive this child.

But ten years of feelings, in Ethan's eyes, ultimately couldn't compare to a few of Heather's fake tears and her lies that twisted the truth.

After sitting numbly on the sofa all night, I finally saw things clearly.

I picked up my phone and decisively replied to my college classmate's message: "I agree to the overseas study program you mentioned before. But I have one requirement: keep it completely confidential from my family."

Then I tore the miscarriage report into pieces and threw it in the trash.

Someone knocked on the door.

Ethan walked in and saw the report in the trash can.

"You know everything?"

He gently pulled me into his arms: "Natalie, we'll have another child. Heather's pregnant, so it's normal for her to be temperamental. Just bear with it."

Smelling the pungent perfume on him, I suppressed my nausea and pulled away: "What exactly do you take me for? Heather's a pregnant woman who can't be wronged, but what about me?"

Ethan's expression instantly darkened: "Stop making a scene, okay?"

The weather was hot, but my heart was ice cold.

That's right, in Ethan's view, when guests at the family banquet drowned my dog and I demanded justice, I was "making a scene"; when my intimate photos were spread by Heather and I warned her, I was "making a scene"; when I nearly died in difficult labor and interrupted his date with Heather to sign critical condition forms, that was also "making a scene."

I stared straight into his eyes, trying to find traces of the Ethan who had personally decorated the nursery during my first pregnancy, who had stayed up all night choosing names for the child.

But meeting his gaze, I saw only cold ice in Ethan's eyes.

I pulled at the corner of my mouth and spoke hoarsely: "Let's divorce, Ethan."

"You and your mother both need my money to live. Natalie, don't joke around."

Ethan frowned at me, his attitude still superior: "Besides, with my status..."

"Ethan, stop wasting time on her."

Heather interrupted our conversation, linking her arm with Ethan's and acting coquettish: "Today's the third-week anniversary of my pregnancy. The fireworks show is about to start. Let's go watch!"

The irritation in the man's eyes instantly vanished.

His lips curved upward as he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window with Heather: "Be careful, don't hurt the baby."

"The fireworks show was specially prepared for you. I dare anyone to start without you!"

I watched the brilliant fireworks in the sky, feeling somewhat dazed.

Years ago, on the night Ethan confessed to me, he couldn't even afford a decent bouquet of roses.

He only held a few cheap sparklers, clumsily lighting them for me.

His face was red then, but his eyes were incredibly sincere: "I'll definitely give you the best life in the future. I'll give you the biggest fireworks show."

But now we had everythingmoney, power, everything except love.

He could give Heather and the child in her belly a spectacular fireworks display, but he wouldn't spare me even a word of concern.

As the fireworks faded, people in the hospital corridor exclaimed in amazement: "Mrs. Evans is so blessed! Even her pregnancy gets celebrated with a million-dollar fireworks show!"

"I heard she's been accompanied throughout her conception planning and prenatal checkups by Mr. Evans himself, afraid something might go wrong!"

Hearing these words, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave, trembling all over.

So Heather's pregnancy wasn't an accident at all!

He'd even indulged her in replacing me as Mrs. Evans in front of others, all to give Heather's child legitimacy.

"Crash!"

Behind me came the sound of breaking glass.

Heather grabbed my arm, sobbing: "Natalie, I accidentally broke your photo frame. Sorry."

My body stiffened imperceptibly.

The photo in that frame was the only picture of my grandmother and me before she passed.

Even the frame itself was a birthday gift my grandmother had carved for me.

Ethan couldn't possibly not know this.

Anger surged in my heart as I shook off the woman's hand: "Pick it up, clean it, and give it back to me!"

But when Heather bent down while clutching her belly, Ethan swiftly picked up the frame and threw it at my head: "Natalie, I thought you'd be sensible, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious!"

Vicious?

I laughed out loud.

Going to checkups alone, letting outsiders replace my identity as Mrs. Evans, deliberately smashing my grandmother's keepsakefacing all this differential treatment, Ethan could still call me vicious.

Blood from my forehead mixed with tears. I couldn't help but mock myself: "Ethan, in your eyes, my repeated forbearance is vicious, but Heather causing my miscarriage is just an accident. Don't you find that absurd?"

Ethan's chest heaved violently.

Then Heather said tearfully: "Don't be angry with Natalie. She just lost her child, so it's normal for her to be temperamental!"

She pushed the man toward the door: "After all, this is between Natalie and me. Let us resolve it ourselves! Besides, don't you need to handle Natalie's discharge procedures? Hurry up."

Ethan instructed with concern: "Be careful then, don't hurt the baby."

After the man left, Heather no longer concealed the malice in her eyes: "Ethan and I have been like two peas in a pod since childhood. Our bond naturally runs deeper than yours. Once I give birth to this child, how much longer do you think you can stay by his side?"

Facing her low-level provocation, I didn't react impulsively as I used to. I just silently picked up the photo from the floor: "He's just garbage. If you want him, take him. But Heather, stolen goods will never truly be yours!"

Perhaps she'd never seen me so sharp before.

She stood dazed for a long time.

Seeing me walk out of the ward, she finally shouted in exasperation: "Natalie, you just wait!"

I left the hospital directly and pulled out my phone to message the divorce attorney: "I've sent the evidence of infidelity to your email. Make sure to check it."

After sending the message, I returned to the villa to pack my luggage.

But the moment I walked out the villa's front door, bodyguards blocked my way.

Ethan was furious: "Heather had a miscarriage. Did you do it!"

Before I could answer, he angrily grabbed my throat: "Who else but you couldn't tolerate the child in her belly!"

I was confused: "Ethan, what are you talking about? I..."

He slapped me across the face.

Looking into each other's eyes, only shocking ferocity remained in Ethan's: "Heather is delicate. You must apologize to her in person!"

He turned to the bodyguards and commanded sharply: "Take Natalie to the hospital!"

Already weak, I couldn't resist the bodyguards' restraint.

By the time we reached the hospital, Heather was watching me with a victor's gaze: "Ethan, I lost my child. A simple apology won't make this go away!"

I forced myself to stand, the sharp pain in my abdomen making me stagger.

Ethan instinctively stepped forward: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Then, thinking better of it, he looked at me with disgust: "Trying to play weak to avoid punishment? Kneel and apologize to Heather!"

My heart turned completely cold: "I won't admit to something I didn't do!"

Heather's provocative expression intensified: "Fine, since Natalie won't apologize, let's have her mother from the nursing home kneel and beg for my forgiveness. Ethan, like mother like daughter! We need to solve this problem at its root!"

Hearing her threaten to use my mother to make me submit, I couldn't take it anymore and lunged forward to grab her throat: "She knows nothing about this. Don't drag my mother into this!"

The next second, Ethan violently pushed me away: "Have you lost your mind, Natalie? I told you to apologize to teach you a lesson, not to escalate your attacks on Heather!"

I crashed heavily onto the floor, every bone radiating dense pain.

"Go bring Natalie's mother here!"

My heart seized with panic.

Looking up, I saw Heather's increasingly smug expression.

My eyes reddened: "My mother is my only family. You can't touch her!"

To break free from restraint, I bit down on Heather's arm.

Ethan was livid and flung me three meters away: "Natalie, will you ever stop!"

I flew straight into the window, countless glass shards piercing my skin.

Ethan instinctively took a step forward, but Heather rushed over to help me first: "When that old hag arrives, guess how I'll torture her?"

My heart raced with panic: "My mom is old. She can't take any harm!"

In my panic, I grabbed a fruit knife nearby and rushed at Heather.

"Ah! Help!"

Unexpectedly, Ethan blocked the woman.

The bodyguards pinned me firmly to the ground.

"I've been more than generous with you. What has Heather ever done to you? Look at yourselfyou're like a shrew!"

Ethan's eyes turned red with anger, pointing at my nose and roaring.

But all I could think about was my mother's uncertain fate.

I cried my heart out: "I'll apologize! Just don't touch my mother, and I'll kneel and apologize!"

And so, I knelt at the hospital room door, slapping myself over and over, saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly.

People came and went through the corridor, excitedly watching the spectacle.

My forehead kept hitting the marble floor, quickly becoming bloody.

A flash of shock crossed Ethan's eyes. He instinctively moved to pull me up.

But Heather covered her nose in disgust: "Ethan, I just had a miscarriage and can't stand the smell of blood. Make her get away!"

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then issued his command: "She's gone mad. Lock her and her mother in the private apartment to clear their heads!"

Supporting my weak body, I was pushed into a dark room.

My mother was curled up in a corner.

My heart ached as I slowly pulled my mother into my arms: "Mom, don't scare me. Open your eyes and look at me..."

Seeing me, tears filled my mother's eyes.

Her aged hand caressed my cheek: "Natalie, leave him. I can't burden you anymore."

Then, with a blade she'd found somewhere, she slashed her wrist.

Blood gushed out.

"No!"

The person in my arms stopped breathing.

I couldn't help but scream loudly, my face full of hatred and despair, tears streaming down, nearly collapsing: "I'll do whatever you say, Mom! Wake up!"

Then Ethan knocked on the door: "What's going on?"

I screamed in agony: "I'm going to kill Heather! That murderer!"

"So cold... Ethan, let's go back to the hospital!"

The woman fell into the man's embrace, urging softly.

Ethan's eyes showed complex emotions as he instructed the bodyguards: "It's cold at night. Turn up the bedroom temperature. Natalie just had a miscarriage and can't handle the cold."

Heather shot a vicious look at the bodyguards.

The bodyguard at the door immediately complied.

The heat suddenly intensified. Sweat soaked through my clothes.

When I smelled the rotting odor from my mother's body, I completely broke down, pounding on the iron door with all my strength: "Let us out! Ethan, there's something wrong with this air conditioning!"

As my vision began to darken, my knees were scraped raw, and my whole body felt like the skin had been peeled off.

In my ears was Ethan's final warning: "Natalie, I'll let you out when you've learned your lesson. Heather lost her child. You need to suffer before she'll be satisfied."

I curled up, my whole body paralyzed by the heat on the floor.

I used my last bit of consciousness to speak: "Ethan..."

Before completely losing consciousness, I fell into a strong, powerful embrace.

A man's voice was low: "Go investigate everything that happened today thoroughly!"

Meanwhile, when Ethan was taking Heather to the hospital for a checkup, he saw breaking news on the lobby screen.

The video showed the apartment where Natalie was locked had suddenly exploded.

Then dozens of charred bodies were carried out.

Ethan suddenly saw the wedding ring he'd given Natalie now on one of the charred corpses!

Countless strings seemed to snap in his mind. Panic swept through his entire body: "No way... Natalie has always been lucky. It can't be such a coincidence!"

He scrambled to the explosion site and grabbed a police officer's arm: "My wife is still inside the apartment. Have all these victims been identified?"

The medical examiner removed his mask: "You're Natalie's family, right? If nothing unexpected, her body is in the first-floor lobby."