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

I fought with them, packed my bags, and cut off contact with the only people who truly loved me. And for what? To be cheated on, insulted, thrown out of my own home, and replaced by his first love. Now I was sitting in a hospital bed with a terminal brain tumor, a ticking bomb in my skull, and absolutely no one by my side. It was tragic. It was so ridiculous that a bitter laugh escaped my lips before turning into a sob. I had sacrificed my family, my health, and my dignity for a man who felt nothing for me.

My breath caught in my throat, and my mind refused to accept the reality I had just heard. “Enough. She must be suffering far more than we are. Isla is still young, and she can have another child. Don’t make things even harder for her,” my father-in-law said soothingly. Tears streamed down my cheeks before I could stop them. “I... had a miscarriage?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My mother-in-law burst into even louder sobs. The pain in my abdomen grew increasingly unbearable until my vision darkened and I lost consciousness once again.

The desire I buried deep in my heart resurfaced and emerged stronger. After I cried, Andrei said, "Baby, I regretted accusing you at that time. I didn't try to understand you and consider your feelings. I was selfish." I didn't say a word and my face remained buried in his neck. "Please, baby. I want to see a mini version of you and me," his pleading tone melted my heart however I was having a doubt. It has been two years since my miscarriage and still we haven't gotten pregnant. What if we aren't really having a child? What will he do?

"Oh. I know how that can be." There was an awkward silence before he spoke up. "What's really the deal with you and EJ? I mean, why is he so insecure?" I chuckled lightly. "EJ is a different breed-- hard to read and understand, but I wouldn't put all the blame on him. I messed up things with him." "How so?" I heaved a sigh as I remembered the miscarriage. "I was once pregnant with his baby but I wasn't aware. I drank a shit ton of alcohol and, because of that, I lost the baby. He didn't take the news too well."

Empty. It is killing me inside to know that my husband has abandoned me on our special day. The day that we could have been making merry and toasting our new wishes and prospective achievements. After having a miscarriage last year, I have good news for him we could toast and enjoy a blessing. I am pregnant. I was pregnant with a baby, a boy that he wanted so badly that when we lost one last year, he did not talk to me for the entire year because he was devastated. I understood him and today I have good news for him I hoped he would show up.

Surprised, Marion blurted out, "How do you know about my miscarriage?" Marion and Devon had chosen not to have children. They openly identified as a childless couple by choice. But deep down, Marion knew Devon only said that to spare her feelings. Shortly after their wedding, she became pregnant, and they were excited about becoming parents. Tragically, she miscarried when the child was six months in her womb. The loss of her child, a result of her negligence, haunted Marion for a long time. Her body, too, suffered. She developed underlying health issues that made it impossible for her to conceive again.

"Grandfather, are you there? Are you okay? Please say something. Mrs Smith, please don't think anything about it. It wasn't because we came over for dinner. The doctor explained that it was common for a miscarriage to happen so please don't worry." Mrs Smith choked and coughed, "How can I not worry? Maybe it was the food I made or the beverage she drank. I should have considered the baby when I was making the roast. I must have used too much spice." I ran my hand through my hair, fuck, this was what I had been worried about.

Kristen burst into tears and turned to hug her husband for comfort. "Are any of you her partner or something?" The doctor spoke again, drawing our attention. -Yo, she's my wife...- I stated, wiping my face. "I'm so sorry, sir. Miss's broken ribs caused her to rupture her amniotic sac and suffer a miscarriage. I'm so sorry for your loss..." I gasped at that moment, no... "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice breaking, feeling my whole body tremble. My God, please don't let this be what I'm thinking... Please don't...

"Jonathan isn't my son, and her pregnancy is fake." An idea struck him, and he raised his head sharply. "It's not too late. Come back with me. I'll make it up to you. We can be a loving couple again." I pushed him away with every ounce of strength I had. "Stop disgusting me! On the day I miscarried, you chose her!" "What?" "Jonathan caused my miscarriage!" His lips parted, but no words came out. Tears streamed down his face, which elicited nothing but a laugh from me.

But all those smiles had ended when he got back from work the next day. Gabriel never listened to whatever I had to say about the baby we were expecting. He either had a call to attend to, or he was already tired and retiring for the day. My husband was a busy man, I understood that. Eight weeks down, I woke up in a pool of blood. The doctor said there were no known causes. all I remembered was sharing apple juice with Evelyn the evening before the miscarriage. Gabriel never forgave me… I wasn't fit to be a mother, he said.