My Wife Choose Her Swindle Lover, than Me, Her Rich Husband

To fulfill her childhood friend's dream of becoming a painter, my wife, despite being three months pregnant, insisted on modeling naked outdoors for him.

I strongly opposed it, but all I received was a heartless slap from my wife.

"The theme of his painting is living in harmony with nature, the only way to reflect the closeness to nature."

"You know nothing, so don't desecrate art with your dirty eyes!"

Took six hours the entire painting, she fainted due to heatstroke and had a miscarriage.

But the first thing she was worried about when she was conscious, whether she had delayed his childhood friend's painting progress and simply not worried about her child's fate.

Moreover, she insisted on completing the rest of the painting despite her weakness from her current miscarriage.

"I'll definitely help Kilian fulfill his dream of holding an art exhibition!"

But when she finally helped him hold the exhibition and saw everything on display, she cried and begged for my forgiveness.

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"Hurry! The patient has lost too much blood! Prepare blood packs!"

With a rush of shouts, the words "in operation" stood out on the door of the operating room.

"What's wrong with you? Three months is the most unstable time for a fetus! How could you let your wife do this!"

The doctor was very angry at my irresponsibility and scolded me immediately.

I gritted my teeth, endured the scolding and begged humbly.

"Sorry, it's my fault, but please, please save both my wife and baby."

But even with all my pleas, the moment the lights went out in the operating room, the doctor's first words when he came out still made me fail to stand still.

"Sorry, Mr. Arnouts, we've tried our best, but we still couldn't save your baby."

I only felt a blackout in front of my eyes.

I had been married to Heidi Muller for five years and always wanted to have a child.

Even when she tested pregnant, I had already started setting up the baby room.

Thinking of the little clothes and toys in our house, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

My long-awaited little life unexpectedly died so early.

"I offer my condolences."

The doctor, who had just scolded me, sighed and patted my shoulder.

"Your wife will wake up soon, go check on her."

I responded hoarsely, sitting next to the hospital bed, watching Heidi's pale and unconscious face, instinctively feeling heartbroken.

Though it was she who wanted to be a model and we had a huge argument about it.

It was she who lost the child, after all.

I wondered, if she would be able to accept her child's death as soon as she woke up.

"Water ...."

No long after, Heidi opened her eyes in a daze.

I quickly handed her the water with the straw and as she took two sips, I was about to talk about the child when she spoke first.

"How's Kilian's painting? Did my fainting delay his progress?"

My eyes widened in shock, couldn't believe it.

"The first thing you ask when you wake up is about Kilian's painting? Where's our baby, don't you care at all?"

She closed her eyes exhausted, her voice cold and indifferent.

"Why worry? Leave it to fate. Only the fittest survive. Losing him proves it wasn't meant to be ours."

I forze and for a moment, I felt incredibly ridiculous for trying to comfort her.

But her, ignored me, simply grabbed the phone next to her pillow and called Kilian right there and then.

The call connected and her voice changed from cold to gentle.

"Kilian, I'm sorry, I fainted. Have you finished your painting? Still need me to go?"

I still had good ears to hear Kilian on the other end of the phone hesitate for a long time before saying.