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

It was obvious the person she was talking to was a doctor. He cursed loudly. His wife went there because of her pregnancy. It was his fault she was missing now. If only he had told her what happened to their child, she wouldn’t have left just to consult a doctor. He wiped his face with both hands afterwards. Where could his wife be now? He hoped she was safe. She was in danger if she got too exhausted, as it could lead to complications. They said miscarriage was more dangerous than childbirth. That was according to an old woman he’d spoken to, her grandchild had also miscarried around the same time.

He explained "Oh of course." I said, My Voice flat. "And for the food. I'm sorry. I'm tipsy and didn't want to talk about it " He said and pulled me into a hug.. I couldn't hold it and burst into tears.. "I'm fed up darren.." I choked out "I'm sorry…" he held me tighter.. Second miscarriage after 1 year and 6 month of getting married.. He tucked me into the bed and lay beside me hugging me.. darkness fell over me..

“Ask your questions.” He cleared his throat. “Let’s discuss your mental health history. Post-miscarriage. The hospital noted you were ‘unstable’ and ‘prone to delusions’.” Linda slid a folder across the table. “Objection. Relevance. And here’s the full hospital report. Which says ‘patient grieving, stable, discharged with therapist referral.’” The lawyer ignored it. “Ms. Miller, did you or did you not sign over Miller Tech shares willingly?” “I signed them,” I said. “Because he threatened to leave me and tell everyone I was crazy after I lost our baby.”

I recalled feeling like my lungs was about to give out, I did not trust my driver to get me back home in time as I took over and drove like a mad man back to the pack. In her grief stricken state, she had completely misunderstood and accused me of being happy about the miscarriage, pointing out the fact that I never wanted it in the first place. She could not the anymore far from the truth, she had no idea how much of a honor it is to have a woman like her want to bear my child.

He caressed my hair and then carried me in his arms to the bedroom, where I fell asleep again. I had a dream about Nate and a few things he told me about our past. “I am sorry, Nate. I lost our baby. I have failed you.” “None of this is your fault, and you should not end your life because of this,” he said, trying to calm me down a bit. “It’s my fault. I should have left my father earlier instead of waiting until things got worse, leading to my miscarriage. And look at the end results now. I never got the chance to meet my unborn child.” I fell to the ground.

"Thank you. Hopefully, that will bring my wife some peace of mind." "Of course. Let me know if there's anything more I can do to help." "I was wondering if you had any idea of the cause of my wife's miscarriage." I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "If she's in perfect health, what could have gone wrong?" The doctor let out a sigh. "How did your wife feel about being a mother?"

Ever since, she got most of her memory back, the accident and the time she spent in the hospital were a touchy topic because they reminded her of our Sky, the daughter we had lost to the accident, and the daughter that Rory did not have the fortune to even say good bye to. "Ro, I didn't mean to hurt you or bring back those bad memories." I took a step towards her, wrapping my arms around her. "I know that." Rory sighed into my chest. "And I understand what you are trying to say but will someone really go to the extent of trying to kill me just because they want us separated? It just sounds too unreal." I knew she made sense too. Who could be psychotic enough to do something like that? But I

I sighed in frustration at my inability to logically distance myself from him. There is a small part of me that regrets packing up his belongings. I should have waited, gave him a chance to explain. But what could he possibly explain? I went to the hospital, thinking I was having a miscarriage or a heart attack. What if the stress had caused something to happen to the baby? I don’t think I could forgive him if it had.

They were saddened by the news of my miscarriage which was a lie and I took the opportunity to ask for forgiveness about it. Being a warmhearted person, she said she understand why I did it in the first place. I was chaotic and she couldn't blame me for what I believed in the past. But it doesn't matter at all anymore because Brent and I are already married. She's elated that we overcome the challenges and eventually got back in each other's arms together with our adorable son.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. Just know this: you're making a huge mistake. And one day, you're going to regret it." He hung up before I could say anything else. I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. Clara was in the hospital. She almost lost our baby. Our baby. For the first time, the reality of what I'd done hit me hard. My phone buzzed. It was Lucy. "Morning, handsome! Ready for our big day?" I stared at the message, feeling sick. What had I done? --- Back in the hospital, I was starting to feel a little stronger. The doctor said I could go home soon.