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

“Right back at you, Adrian… I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you managed to break through all the walls I built.” He runs his fingers gently through my hair. “I still don’t understand something, though. If he married your friend, did they divorce? And if you avoided him all those years… how did you end up pregnant with his child?” For a moment, I fall silent. I love my baby more than anything in this world, but a small part of me still feels ashamed of how it all happened. Sighing, I continue. “He lost his wife a few years ago… and as for how I got pregnant, it was one of those drunken mistake situations. Neither of us was thinking clearly.”

All that remains was devastation. On the way back to Jane's house, Jane looked at me with concern, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you tell him that you also had a miscarriage?" "It wouldn't make any difference." I leaned against her shoulder, clutching my stomach, my voice feeble. "To exchange it for a moment of his change of heart, and then what?" I had done such things too many times already. Trying again and again to reconcile, only to end up utterly ruined each time.

“Remember how you wanted me to forgive her? Maybe my stubbornness was the reason why she had a miscarriage.” I pressed the close button and we were already inside the elevator. “Don’t think like that, Beatrice. It’s not your fault. I will ask the doctor for the reason why she had a miscarriage. While there’s no words from them, let’s not overthink and blame ourselves.” “Kindly tell yourself about that, too. Because seeing you like that makes me blame myself all over again.” He heaved a long sigh and leaned heavily on the wall. “I don’t know. I…I don’t have the guts to face my wife right now. I don’t want her to see her in pain.”

“But… the trauma from the accident caused a miscarriage.” Everything inside me twisted painfully. A baby? We… could have had a baby?! The doctor spoke quietly, “We thought you should know… since you’re her husband on record.” I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My head felt blurry, my chest hurt and the world felt too quiet as the doctor stepped back, giving me space. Somewhere down the hall, I could still hear Sofia’s mother pacing… crying… muttering but all I could hear clearly were the doctor’s words..

His face was pale, and his stomach churned before he vomited on the ground out of stress and sadness. “Henry, I’m sorry for being late.” He staggered before collapsing on the ground. On the day Henry got into his accident, he had thrown a celebration party for Zack. On the day Henry was buried, he had almost reached his funeral, only to turn around and crush his son’s funeral wreath because Rose called him. What exactly had he done?

Ethan pressed his lips together, and after a long pause said: "It doesn't matter. I'll take care of her for the rest of our lives anyway." The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the doorknob, trembling uncontrollably. Before Ethan could discover me, I ran back to our bedroom in a daze and slid to the floor. I always thought it was my fertility issues that caused me to miscarry five times in five years. Because of these repeated miscarriages in such a short time, my body had weakened considerably. Despite this, I never complained. I even felt guilty, believing I was the reason Ethan couldn't have children.

I said unconsciously. He adjusted into his chair, his arms folded with a smirk on his face. I kept my eyes fixed on him, awaiting the answer to my question. "My ex-mate had a fragile body, and the doctors advised us not to have a child till she was sure she could handle it. We thought it was a lie at first, but she had several miscarriages, and during our last trial a year ago, she lost her life in the tragedy of miscarriages." His words were filled with melancholy. So he tells people that I was killed by a miscarriage. So pathetic.

He looked so beautiful, it almost hurt. "What do we do, Roman?" I croaked. "What if I can't give you a child after all?" If my curse was tied to my miscarriages, it meant I was practically useless to him. My husband did not deserve this. Not at all. But what could I do? So I swallowed my pain and kept driving. By the time we got home, I struggled to bring my husband's dead weight out of the car. He was half conscious, constantly muttering apologies each time we bumped into a wall. Eventually we made it upstairs, and I helped him take off his clothes and head to the bath.

Fia’s scream shocked the doctor that performed the ultrasound. She wondered if something had happened between the couple. Could it be that the miscarriage had something to do with the husband? Meanwhile, Sally could clearly see that the pain and regret in Conrad’s eyes wasn’t born from doing an evil act. His pain stemmed from being unable to protect Fia. She quickly stepped forward and said, “Fia, you’ve misunderstood him. He only apologized because he didn’t take good care of you.”

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, honey." "Jaxon didn't show up until a few hours later, and the plan wasn't even fruitful," I said bitterly. "I know this miscarriage was stress-induced." Tori frowned but nodded. "That's very possible; there's a lot going on around you right now." I bit my lip and looked down at the conference table as I prepared to say something I'd only thought to myself up until this point.