My Husband Regretted Causing My Miscarriage Due To Misunderstanding Novels & Stories

That's my husband work had to be successful because we never wanted to go back to that life. But I shouldn't miss judge you like that I just didn't want my son to have that struggle life and for that I'm sorry please forgive I know it's easier said than being done but I am truly sorry. I could do anything but cry she hug me and we cry together. I feel like it's my fault only I didn't let everyone stress me out, no it's not your fault Please let me be here for you I promise to be better mother-in-law. okay I said why I cry in her arms for a while then we chatted some more about her miscarriage and what all she went through and how long it took her to get over the pain.

She vividly recalled that fateful day at the hospital, a day etched in her heart, where the doctor's words had pierced her and her husband's soul: "I'm sorry, Madam Claire, but due to the accident, your womb has been irreparably damaged. I'm afraid you'll never be able to carry a child in your womb again." The devastating news had shattered Claire and her husband, James. She spent the rest of that day submerged in sorrow and tears. The years that followed were marked by failed attempts to conceive, making her the subject of ridicule among friends and peers. Overwhelmed by pain and despair, she had even contemplated ending her own life. But it was James who had intervened.

She laughed again, but this time there were tears in her eyes. "You're thinking you hate me, don't you. Fine, do it. Just don't forget that you would have been the father of my child, our child, if the baby hadn't died. You would have a living, breathing son right now if I hadn't had to - you don't understand. You couldn't ever. How could you know what it's like to deliver a miscarriage alone at home on the toilet with no one there for you? Not the father of your baby, even. Because that's what it was, not just a 'miscarriage.' I didn't ask during my checkups whether we were going to have a boy or a girl because I wanted to find out together, do you know that? And I certainly didn't want to

“No. It isn’t awful. If you remember right, I got pregnant right away, but I miscarried after the first month.” Porsche sighs and turn towards his wife. “I must be getting old. I have totally forgotten that you miscarried.” He pauses for a moment. “You actually miscarried several times before you actually gave birth to Bridget. She is our little miracle baby. How could I forget something like that?”

The child can't be without a father. In a few seconds, he turned into the usual Zackary again. He had regret in his eyes. I said in a cold tone, "A child? The child has already been aborted by you." "What?" Zackary was horrified. "We lost our child? I didn't... didn't use much strength." "Yeah." I lifted my clothes. There were still bruises on my belly. Zackary did that to me. "This is what you brought me. Have you forgotten, Zackary? The child was gone. It was killed by his father."

The image of his face, full of blame and disgust, was too clear, too painful, too real. I could have avoided the miscarriage if it weren't for his stepmother and sister's lies and tricks. He wasn't just anyone he was my husband, my soulmate, but he threw it all away without thinking. He trusted them more than he trusted me when his own family accused me of something I didn't do.

The worst part was knowing that maybe, just maybe, I had been part of the reason why. I still couldn't understand all that had happened, even though deep down, I had a pretty good idea. I had lost my own child as well. The doctor’s verdict had been sympathetic as he told me before hesitantly patting my shoulder once. A miscarriage induced by the fall down the stairs, he had said. As if it was nothing more than a simple unfortunate medical reality. But to me, it was a piece of me gone before I even had the chance to know it.

Clearly the doctor was mistaken. “I’m sorry doctor but this isn’t my husband. He’s just my friend.” I see what looks like disappointment on Jordan’s face. He didn’t know I was married. “Oh, I apologize for assuming. Well then, i would like to add that is very important you share this with your husband. This could have been serious. Signs of miscarriage during early pregnancy can bring many complications - some life-threatening. Your baby is okay now, but you need to be careful.” With that the doctor wishes his best, gives me his contact information for emergencies and leaves the room after I thank him for his advice which I intended to follow religiously.

I shake my head, everything confusing me more. "Look, she was young, she was around 6 months, I can't remember I was a mess of my ex and other stuff. She gave birth and had a funeral Marcus, I thought you knew that, I thought she had accepted it, she was young and found it easier to tell others she miscarried it made it easier, technically she did, but she still had to give birth and stuff." My head falls, she couldn’t tell me, what sort of husband am I to not know that?

“Look at what she’s done to me! She’s made me lose my baby. Our baby!” “Can you try telling your wife that I had nothing to do with this?” Jade said to him as he looked at me, coming to be by my side. “Baby, the miscarriage was not her fault,” he said. “Are you taking her side?!” I yelled. “No, but it’s the truth.” Suddenly the realization that I was alone in this had me pissed as I laid back in bed, watching Jade leave the room. “You seriously let her go?” I asked in anger.