Betrayed for a Dying Lover
When I heard my husband's startled cry, I lost focus and tumbled down the stairs.
By the time I woke up, not only did I lose my baby, but my leg was also wrapped in thick bandages.
Shocked, I wanted to question my husband, who was a doctor. But then I overheard him on a call with his terminally ill first love.
"Steven, why did your wife miscarry just like me?"
"I poured oil on the stairs. She inevitably slipped and fell. Lily, I'll do anything for you in this final month."
It turned out this wasn’t an accident. It was all just to make Lily happy because she was dying.