My Husband Made Me Miscarry, Now He Crawls Back in TearsChapter 1

Seven years into our marriage, I finally got pregnant again.

Bursting with joy, I couldn't wait to share the news with my husband. But before I could, a call shattered my happiness—my mother had been in a car accident.

By the time I rushed to the hospital, it was too late. I hadn't even seen her for the last time

I was numb with grief when a familiar voice drifted from the ward next door.

"Tristan, be gentle. The baby is only a month old. You don't want me to end up like Meredith, who suffered and miscarried, do you?"

"You quietly sabotaged her and made her lose three pregnancies... are you really not going to let her have a child?"

I stepped closer on instinct, and my world tilted. Hillary—who was supposed to be dead—was snuggling against my husband's chest.

"Marrying her is already disgusting enough. I only want you to bear my child."

Tristan's eyes brimmed with tenderness, yet his words were colder than ice.

"But... I killed her mother this afternoon. Will she suspect me?" Hillary's voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid," Tristan murmured, tightening his hold on her. "I'll take care of everything."

My body shook violently. I stumbled back, my mind reeling, then forced myself to turn away and frantically gather evidence to drag Hillary to court.

But before I could act, my brother suddenly clutched his chest, collapsing from a heart attack. I rushed him into the ambulance, only for a massive truck to crash into us with a deafening impact.

Agonizing pain tore through me as my consciousness blurred. Through the haze, I felt Tristan's arms wrapping around my bloodied body.

"Hillary didn't mean it," he whispered in my ear, his voice urgent yet ruthless. "As long as you promise not to press charges, I'll send a helicopter immediately to take you to the best hospital."

I nodded through clenched teeth. After I watched my brother taken into the operating room, I fumbled my phone with trembling hands and messaged my father with two sentences: [I forgive you. One month from now I'll bring my brother to find you.]

The phone rang almost immediately. "Meredith, you finally came to your senses. Don't worry—I'll compensate you properly from now on." He sounded relieved.

I swallowed my anger and answered calmly. "Get me the best lawyer."