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

Then, out of nowhere, a bitter, mocking laugh escaped his lips. "I felt guilty when I found out you were at the hospital," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I blamed myself for staying away from home for so long, for leaving you to raise our child alone. I didn't know who was sick, but no matter who it was, it would've been hard for me to bear." He paused, his voice lowering as if to feign regret. "I even canceled several meetings to rush here, planning to apologize to you." His expression darkened. "But what do I walk into? This scene. Mariah, how could you be so shameless?"

I stammered, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me. The doctor's voice was soft yet steady, delivering the devastating news with gentle precision. "The miscarriage has caused severe damage to your uterus and reproductive organs. This kind of trauma can lead to conditions such as scar tissue formation, uterine damage, or even permanent loss of reproductive function. Unfortunately, in your case, the damage is extensive, and it is highly unlikely that you will ever be able to become a mother again."

She would bring food he wouldn't eat, clean rooms he didn't see. Finally, she sighed heavily as she packed her bags to leave the city. She couldn't bear to watch anymore. "I can't do this," she told her husband as they drove away. "Mark chose this path when he believed Emma over Alice. Now he has to live with it." Looking at Mark's prematurely grey hair and vacant eyes, my heart ached with an endless winter of grief. I wanted to tell him I forgave him. That I understood how Emma's manipulation had poisoned everything.

I could only wonder why my husband would treat me that way. Yesterday, he suddenly got violent while we were making love at night. I had assumed that it was because of the stress at work or with his family. It had never occurred to me that he was worried that our child would become a hindrance for Jack Gunter. Only Jane Sullivan’s son could be the heir of the Gunter Group. It turned out that Julian had long planned out their future. I had thought that it was my body’s problem whenever I had excessive bleeding. I took many supplements but never considered that I may have had a miscarriage.

Arthur didn't care about the status between himself and Valerie because right now it was only Valerie he wanted to know. "We apologize to you in advance, because we could not save the baby in the patient's womb so the patient suffered a miscarriage due to heavy bleeding." Hearing that directly from the doctor made Arthur's world feel like it was spinning, suddenly his brain was having a hard time digesting what the doctor had said.

Something I hadn’t told Leon, though it had been haunting me in quiet moments. "Leon," I whispered, unsure how to bring it up. His brows furrowed slightly in concern, but he waited patiently for me to continue. "There’s something I haven’t told you." His grip on my arms tightened, but he remained silent, urging me to go on. "Back when I am still living with Justin, I actually had a miscarriage," I said, my voice barely audible, "And it’s all because of Justin that I lost the baby who was then still just a few weeks old."

"Worse, I had a miscarriage. A fucking miscarriage. All thanks to you. Yet you never stepped into that fucking ward. I lost our baby. Your baby. While you were cuddled up with her." "I was wrong!" He huffs, staring up at her with faint tears appearing in his eyes. "I'm wrong. But you should know I wasn't perfect! I wouldn't always make the perfect decision. I wouldn't always think in the right direction. If I could, I'd happily shift back time to correct all this, but I can't. It's all done and gone."

Then, she sighs heavily, her shoulders sagging. "Look, not that I owe you an explanation," she starts, her voice sharp but faltering. Her hands tremble slightly as she plays with the hem of her dress. "But I...I had a miscarriage. It happened right before we got married." Her voice drops to a whisper, like she hopes it's low enough for the others not to hear. "I didn't tell him because...because I was ashamed. I didn't want him to see me as...broken. That's why I've been trying so hard to get pregnant again. I never meant to put the blame all on him, but I guess I was just trying to convince myself that it wasn't my fault. And now...it doesn't seem to be happening at all for us."

I narrowed my eyes on the man and held my glare of disdain. “But due to the maltreatment and severe neglect that I suffered at the hands of my own husband and in-laws, my own wolf was on the brink of dying out. The likelihood of me ever being able to carry children was impossible. And, needless to say, it wasn’t for lack of trying.” Halvyr shifted uncomfortably at my insinuation. “Don’t ever presume to know the responsibilities of a woman when you can’t even wrap your mind around the emotional and physical devastation when it comes to having a miscarriage,” I hissed.

I cried and screamed, the pain was too much. It was unbearable. The doctor's words played in my head, over and over. Due to the impact, you suffered a miscarriage. My baby. Gone. Just like that. I was broken. And it was all his fault. I lost my child because of him. Because of his family. Because of her. I felt an unmeasurable anger course through me. My husband. The name tasted bitter in my mouth. ******** I was discharged from the hospital a few hours later, and the first thing I did was book a cab.