Love or Lies?

After my fifth miscarriage, I went to consult with my doctor about why my body could not carry a baby to term. However, just as I reached the door, I overheard my husband, Reynold Scott, talking with the doctor."Those abortion pills you prescribed work well. She's had five 'accidental' miscarriages already. When can we schedule the hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna Davidson have my child," Reynold said."By the way, please prescribe me some nutritional supplements during pregnancy. Monica Cline is pregnant with my child, and I need to make sure she delivers a healthy baby," he continued.The doctor responded, "But Adrianna's body has been through so much these past few years. She might never be able to have children again."Reynold dismissed this concern casually. "So what? That's exactly why I've been making her miscarry repeatedly—I want her to be infertile!"Inside the examination room, Reynold carried on as if his actions meant nothing. "Since you're a gynecologist, give me some

Stacks of cash sat displayed on the stage as employees below whispered among themselves.One commented, "OMG! Mr. Scott is being super generous! Half the company shares—that must be worth millions! People like us could never earn that much!" "Hey, that's Ms. Cline we're talking about. Haven't you noticed? Mr. Scott might as well move her into his house at this point," another replied. "But isn't Mr. Scott married? I heard he's been with his wife for years."Another chimed in, "So what? I've seen Mrs. Scott, and she's nowhere near Monica's level! She's overweight, and her face is all puffy, covered in freckles—nothing like the young and beautiful Ms. Cline."Plus, Mrs. Scott is just a housewife, while Ms. Cline has helped Mr. Scott land tons of partnership deals!"I smiled silently and joined the other employees in applauding the celebration. When Reynold spotted me, panic flashed across his face. He stammered, "H-Honey? What are you doing here? I was just in a good mood and

Reynold immediately rushed to help Monica up. Then, he turned to me and snapped, "She was trying to be polite, offering you a toast. Did you have to be so rude?"You've been throwing tantrums all night. What did Monica ever do to you that you need to bully her?"Monica curled up in his chest, her eyes red as she played the victim. Yet, the look she gave me was filled with pure malice.Anger surged through me, and I fired back without backing down. I shouted, "Respect? I said I didn't want to drink, but she kept pushing. How's that respect? Are you blind?" Reynold had not expected me to argue with him publicly, and his face turned ashen with rage. "You're acting like a madwoman! You don't look anything like the sophisticated woman you're supposed to be," he growled, giving me a hard shove. Caught off guard, my stomach slammed against the corner of the table. Suddenly, excruciating pain shot through my entire body. The force sent me stumbling backward before my legs gave out c

Just as Reynold reached the hospital entrance, Monica appeared, blocking his way. She said, "Reynold, I've been waiting for you!"She approached him with tears streaming down her face. "Is Adrianna upset with you because of me? I know it's wrong, and I hate hurting her, but I love you! I need you! I can't live without you!"She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore."To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?"He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?" She pressed, "Is Adrianna forcing you to say this? I knew she was a difficult, unreasonable woman!" Anger flashed in R