When I was eight months pregnant, I was hit by my husband's car and fell to the side of the road.
Just because his secretary's cat was sick, the husband was in a hurry to take her cat to the veterinarian.
I cried and begged him not to leave and to take me to the hospital, but he looked cold and scolded me harshly.
"Evelyn Rossi, don't I know you? You've been suspicious of me since you got pregnant, and now you're pretending to be dead to threaten me at the critical moment, right?"
He rolled up the window and drove away from my sight as quickly as possible.
When the ambulance took me to the hospital, I found that the baby had died in my womb.
I gritted my teeth, endured the severe pain, and called Richard Sterling dozens of times, but he rejected me immediately.
I turned around and saw the female secretary updating her social media: "Baby, luckily your dad is here, otherwise mom would have been scared today."
In the picture, Richard is holding a cat in one hand and hugging his secretary in the other, smiling happily.
I liked the comment with a dead heart: Some people don't even want their own children and insist on letting that damn animal be their father. I hope these bastards are locked up forever.
……
After the anesthesia, I was still tortured by severe pain both physically and mentally.
Originally, my baby would be born safely in another month, but now I can only watch his cold and purple body being taken away by the doctor for treatment.
I didn't care about my physical injuries and chased after him, crying all the way.
"My child, my child!"
People passing by saw me crying sadly and sighed with their heads down.
My body was in so much pain that the wounds had opened up and blood was staining the hospital gown on my body.
I fell to the ground, but my hand was still facing the direction the child left.
What to do, my child.
I closed my eyes in pain and unwillingness. The murderer of my child was his own father.
I hated it so much! When I opened my eyes again, I saw my friends were all there, and they all comforted me.
"Evelyn, don't be sad. Maybe you are not meant to have this child. When you recover, you and Richard can have another one."
"Yes, yes! If Richard knew that the child was gone, he might be more sad than you. After all, I just saw him and his secretary buying children's products in the mall for the birth of this child. He bought a lot."
"Oh, stop talking! Evelyn is already sad enough."
I looked up and met more than a dozen pairs of eyes, smiling bitterly.
"Do you know how my child died?"
"It was the child's father who hit him. His secretary's cat was sick, and he wanted to take it to the vet as quickly as possible, without caring about the life and death of his wife and child."
Wipe away the tears from your eyes and calm your lonely heart.
"You just said that he took his female secretary to buy baby supplies? Oh, that's not the case at all. He bought them for that damn animal Vanessa Moreau."
Why is it called that damn animal? Because it is as despicable as its mistress, scheming woman.
When Richard was away, it would show its claws to me and bite my skin. I would throw it away in pain, but its owner would accuse me of taking it out on the cat because I couldn't stand her.
It was the first time Richard got angry with me and kicked me out when I was six months pregnant. It rained heavily and I had to stay outside overnight.
If it weren't for the baby in my belly, I wouldn't have been able to tolerate this couple for so long.
And my words were undoubtedly like a bomb, causing everyone present to open their eyes wide, clench their fists and tremble with anger.
At this time, Richard called and I put it on speakerphone.
"Evelyn, why do you have to humiliate Vanessa like this? Didn't you just scare you to the point of falling to the ground, and didn't you just go to the hospital for scheming a woman? So you take out all your anger on Vanessa."
