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

He said. “Then tell me what the fuck is going on.” I yelled at him. “Are you aware that you were pregnant?” He asked, softly, staring at me as if he was searching for answers all over my face. “What did… you just say?” “Can you repeat that…again?” I asked, sobbing silently. “The doctor told me that you had a miscarriage and it was probably due to stress.” He replied. “Stop!” I yelled at him. “How can I be pregnant and not know about it? How?” I yelled at him, crying and hitting him.

He deserved whatever pain he felt, yet guilt consumed me, overshadowing the hurt he had caused. “Of course I’m not,” he snapped. “I’m… sorry,” I whispered. But I was sorry for the child, not for Acan. He sighed and leaned forward, looking utterly exhausted. “No, I shouldn’t have snapped, but this… We’ve never tried this before,” he whispered. I stepped closer, stopping at a slight distance so I could still see him. “Many women experience it.” “But we never have before,” he confessed, making me feel even more that this miscarriage was my fault.

“Maybe because… I am pregnant, so I understand how Carys would have felt after losing her child.” My heart stopped in my chest. Edith looked at me with pitiful eyes. “You had your miscarriage after two days of rejection, right? I am sure you found it strange as well. If the rejection caused the miscarriage, why didn't it happen right away when the pain was maximum? Why so late?” She asked, but I didn’t reply. I couldn't. I just peered at her blankly, numbing my breath. “Your miscarriage happened the day your medical reports came out. And the first person to read your reports was my husband and your mother. Coincidence?” she shook her head. “No. I don’t think so.”

Sometimes the conclusion he drew and the actions he took seemed insane like our marriage. Its odd telling him things that hurt me the most in past few months since I had the notion that he was behind my miseries. It’s odd telling him how I hated him, how I missed him, how no one around me mentioned his name before me. “…and then, one day, I met Amy there.” I pointed my finger to the Casa Del Mar hotel whose names is glittering in the blue lights through the window. I took a breath considering this again. I was almost hit by a truck that day. Alex won’t be happy with that. Even though, he and I know that this wasn’t his fault, his face is wearing -I -should -have -been -there expression and h

He made their relationship seemed so weak that now the same woman who loved him more than anything doesn’t even want to see his face. Was his love so weak that he didn’t even try to hold her back? To fight for his sister and let her fight for her brother together. The egoist man a year ago was now nothing but a broken helpless one. His body fell on the floor as he curled up in a ball. Soon he heard heard thunderstorm making the windows of the hallway cackle furiously. The wind howled loudly telling him how lonely he is. “I am sorry. I am so sorry my child. Your father failed you. I am sorry.” He mumbled palming his head as he cried loudly. The regret of being the reason of his ex-wife’s misc

“Yes, it seems your wife reacted to two-day-old burritos she ate earlier. We gave her something to release the gas.” “Gas? All that was gas?” She nods. I snicker, then laugh, relieved she’s okay. “I can understand her reaction, though, since she had a miscarriage a year ago. It’s common to get nervous with symptoms like this.” I freeze. A miscarriage? A year ago—that must’ve been that punk’s baby. Did she lose it after finding out he cheated? I can’t imagine how she felt. And now, the father of this baby wants nothing to do with it. She must feel so alone. I need to make sure she’s okay—and knows I’m here for her.

If it were me, I might just go crazy or worse, die from the emotional impact. “Don’t be,” he replied with a deep sigh and faint smile. “It wasn’t your fault. If only I had been there in time to get her to the hospital, she might never have miscarried…” His voice was thick with regret as he looked away, unable to meet my gaze. “What?...” My brows creased sharply as I wondered why he was blaming himself.

When Fernandez met me, he was immediately astounded, “What happened to you, Mrs. Rose?” Over the past week, the scars on my face began to form scabs. I looked completely hideous to the point of being terrifying. Devin settled me on the couch before regarding Fernandez with a sharp look, “On Valentine's Day, my wife was waiting for me in a restaurant when a group of women suddenly barged inside and accused my wife of being a homewrecker. They beat her until she had a miscarriage and disfigured her.” Fernandez’s reaction was one of complete shock. Then, it turned to swift anger. “Completely unacceptable! How can something like this be allowed to happen in a civilized society? If I find out who

I was taken to the hospital, and the doctor revealed that I had been pregnant for two months, but unfortunately, the fetus did not survive. My heart sank as this marked my second miscarriage. Before I could process the news, Charles gave me a harsh look. He coldly remarked, "Losing the baby is probably for the best. It proves you're an idiot who could not even take care of yourself. What's the point of getting pregnant?" Despite my aching heart, Charles' cruel words strangely brought me a sense of peace. When Charles' family learned about my previous miscarriage, my mother-in-law was devastated. She believed I was bad luck and insisted that Charles divorce me.

In the end, the baby didn't make it. As I placed my hand on my now empty belly, I looked into the void. I wanted to cry, but I had no more tears to shed. Perhaps they had dried up during that endless pleading. Given my poor health condition, conceiving this child had been nearly impossible. Yet, I was unable to protect it. The doctor told me that there was a possibility I could get pregnant again in the future when the medical industry became more advanced. However, I knew my chances of conceiving again were nearly nonexistent.