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

I stepped out of the shower. After three days I could walk more freely. The miscarriage and the bruises on my ribs made it difficult for me to walk. Even though I did not want to be pregnant at first, now I wanted it so badly. I still could not believe what happened a few days ago. My husband and his family were dead. I was no longer a married woman. I was no longer pregnant. It felt all surreal to me.

I explained doctor about my condition and the food I had for the past week. After listening everything, doctor announced that I had an miscarriage due to the fruits I ate.. Some fruits that I had in the fruit shop is the reason for my miscarriage.. And doctor added that she could have save my baby If I had consumed those fruits little, but I consumed those fruits beyond the limit therefore she could not able save my baby.. Atlast, I became the reason for my unborn baby death.. _____________________________ PRESENT DAY : Whenever I remember that my unborn baby is died because of my carelessness, still I could not bear that pain.. My love has only given me pain..

Max and I have been married for a little over five years now. We have two sons who are Irish Twins because they are born less than twelve months apart. After my miscarriage, I was so devastated. Thankfully, I had an amazing support system that came around me. I was so angry at myself because I was focused on getting pregnant because that’s where I thought my issues lied. I was wrong, but thankfully with my mom on top of everything we quickly resolved the issue. When I got pregnant a couple months later with Misha, I was a wreck of emotions from happy to full on anxiety of losing the pregnancy.

feeling a surge of regret afterwards. “Nice. That's great!” He appreciated it, to my shock. “Speaking of Sarah, I need to tell you something. You might hate me afterwards.” “What?” My heart started pounding. “Tell me!” “I'm responsible for her miscarriage. I'm really sorry!” He confessed,his voice breaking. “The fuck?” I cussed, my pupils dilated. “Ace, how could you do that?” “There isn't a day I don't beat myself up for it. I'm really sorry I hurt her.” His voice continued to creak.

My eyes met with his as curiosity piqued. “One day I was called that my wife was rushed to the hospital; she had a miscarriage. She overworked herself because of her boss,” he started, his fingers fidgeting with the papers before him. “Well, she almost lost her life that day. I just can’t imagine putting another woman through that.” His voice was soft, and a soft pain reflected in his eyes as though the memory flashed before him. “I’m really sorry; I’m a very strict man. I love my work done properly. So I’m taking you off.” His voice became stern again. My shoulder relaxed and my tight chest softened. My hands once gripped with desperation opened up as I embraced the finality. There was noth

, he whispered gently, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards. “Oh, I remember a little. All I remember was the taste of the cake and our happy chatter. I really wish I could see what you looked like. Who knows, maybe we would have been married by now. I wouldn't have ended up with Desmond”, she said softly, her tone laced with regret. “I wish I wasn't so timid. I would have fought for us. I wouldn't have been scared off by Desmond”, Diego said with a heavy sigh, a testament to the feeling of regret welling up within him.

When his father died, when we got married, and we lost our first pregnancy. Of course he would cry, for someone to see his beloved wife in that filthy mess with some random guy is the most degrading and humiliating thing a wife could ever do to her husband. No doubt, I know Ethan loves me, he was the perfect husband any woman would ever want. He’s handsome, successful, romantic and most especially faithful. And now he’s crying because of me, because he thought I had betrayed him in the worst way possible. “Don’t,” he choked out. “Don’t lie to me right now.”

“I canceled the first one because a meeting ran late. I told myself I would make it up the next week. The second one I sent a quick message saying I would be late and then never showed up. I stayed at the office until after midnight. The third one I forgot to even tell her it was off. I let those nights disappear like they were nothing. But they were not nothing to her. They were the one steady thing she had asked for and I took them away without thinking twice. Each time I chose something else. Each time I told myself it was just one night. They added up. They broke something in her and I did not see it until it was too late.” His fingers pressed lightly against the table edge. The regret t

"My mother has been admitted to the hospital because she suffered a cerebral infarction from the agitation. Please forgive me. I know your company has lots of money, and a few million is nothing to you." I saw blood trickling down his knees, but I felt no sympathy for him. "You brought this on yourself, Henry. Without me networking and bringing in investors for your business, you'd have hit rock bottom way sooner. You know firsthand how you treated me despite all I did for you." Henry was full of regret. He looked completely defeated. "I made a mistake. Can't you give me another chance?" I flung the medical report of my miscarriage onto Henry's face. "When you hit me because of Ivy, you caus

Is that the reason for so much hate? “How could you be so low?” The pain of losing my baby burned Inside me and it was at this moment my husband chose to settle whatever block that was between us but it was already too late. I was already in pain because of a misconception, lost my baby because of that and he expects me to explain myself why I was hugging a man right outside the conference room. I laid down and turned myself away from him buried in my own sorrow. We lost our baby and it felt like it was nothing to him too.