The Widowed First Love and the Unfaithful HusbandChapter 1

On the day of my miscarriage, Brian's unforgettable first love Jessica Clark posted a baby photo on Instagram.

Caption: [Thank you for accompanying me through all the dark days. From now on, our family of three will always be happy!]

The silhouette inadvertently revealed in the photo is Brian Graham, my husband who has slept with me for seven years.

Before entering the operating room, I called Brian, but all I got was his unreserved humiliation.

"Grace Lewis, you are already 18 weeks pregnant. The fetus is already stable. How could something happen? Stop making trouble."

"Jessica is a single mother. It's not easy for her to raise a child. As a mother, can't you show some understanding and not ruin everyone's mood by being jealous at this time?"

They were busy sharing the joy of the arrival of the newborn on Instagram, but on this day, my baby turned into a small handful of ashes.

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Touching my suddenly flat belly, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

I pulled out the needle and went home alone.

The furnishings in the house were still the same, and Brian hasn't come back.

I stumbled and opened the door to the baby's room, holding those tiny clothes and curling up in the corner.

At this time, they should be playing with the baby and making him laugh, right?

Brian, who never posts on Instagram, even updated a post.

In addition to the baby, the picture also showed a large urine stain on the front of the suit.

[Thank you for the first gift from the baby!]

That suit is Brian's favorite, and he only wears it on important occasions.

I touched the urn containing the baby's ashes, but my vision blurred and I couldn't focus.

My phone rang, it was Brian calling.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

"No, it's not hurting anymore."

"Hmm... I consulted Jessica at the confinement center and she said the stomachache might be because you just felt fetal movement and it will take some time to adapt. It's not a big deal."

It turns out that when I had a miscarriage and cried in despair, in Brian's eyes, it was just "not a big deal".

The confinement center is only ten minutes away from home, and he didn't even want to leave for a moment to come back and see me.

Grace, this is the man you insisted on marrying in the first place. I thought.

This is your retribution.

I didn't want to argue with him anymore and hung up the phone.