My Husband’s Junior Colleague Killed Our Baby For Their Affair, I Left Them MiseryChapter 1
When I was three months pregnant, I really craved oranges. So I messaged Ludwig Verhaag, my husband, who worked as a doctor in a hospital, asking him to bring me some after get off work. At 11 p.m., Ludwig finally got home, but his hands were empty.
He realized something was wrong and apologized to me, "I'm sorry, honey, I was busy with surgery today and forgot about the oranges. I'll definitely buy them for you tomorrow, don't be angry, okay?"
Without thinking much of it, I comforted him instead. But while tidying his coat, I suddenly found a strawberry hair clip out of his pocket.
Ludwig awkwardly explained, "My junior colleague really likes this brand of hair clips. She asked me to buy her some when I passed by and she's so insistent on it, so I bought it."
I remember clearly that there was a fruit shop next to the hair clip shop and I loved their oranges.
I suddenly felt tired and calmly said to him, "How about we get a divorce?"
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Ludwig was taken aback, his face darkening as he asked, "What do you mean?"
I tightened my grip on the hair clip, "You didn't bring me any oranges."
"Just because of that?" The man's face instantly darkened and he wearily pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Suzy, you're almost become a mother, why are you still so clingy and temperamental? Pregnant women are all unreasonable. Make any random fuss if you want, I won't argue with you."
With that, he snatched the hair clip from my hand, grabbed his pillow and went to the study. Watching his back turning on me, a subtle, persistent pain shot through my heart.
That night, through various clues, I finally found Ludwig's junior collague, Whitney Morgan. As well as her Twitter account. Upon opening it, it was filled with posts about her daily life with Ludwig.
The photo showed Ludwig eating the fatty meat she had picked out. He hated wasting food. Even if I occasionally pick out ginger I didn’t like, he would scold me. But with Whitney, his attitude was completely different.
Whitney wrote, [Ludwig is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Although he complains about me every day, he never skips a lunch with me.]