"If Yvonne hadn't pleaded for you, I would have called the police and arrested you long ago! Divorce, if you want a divorce. But don't cry and beg me when the child has no father! It's your own fault that he became an orphan!"
Without waiting for me to say anything, he already hung up the phone.
I calmly clicked on the surveillance software of our house and copied the video footage of Yvonne setting fire that day.
The next morning, after being discharged from the hospital, I went straight to the Town Hall with my documents.
But instead of Jeremiah, it was Yvonne showing up.
"I've said it before, you can't beat me. Your husband is just my licking dog."
The moment she looked at my abdomen, she pretended to be surprised and said,
"Oh, the kid is gone? It's such a pity. He was killed by his biological father in his previous life and was killed by his biological father again in this life. He has to have a mother like you. He is such a short-lived kid ...."
What?
Is she also traveling to the past?
Before my brain could react, I slapped her in the face.
After having miscarriage, my body was weak and I did not have much strength.
But she fell straight to the ground.
"Yvonne!"
Jeremiah rushed over from behind me and pushed me to the side.
I rolled down the steps and fell to the ground before stopping.
He hugged her in his arms and as if he recalled something, he suddenly turned his head to look at my stomach.
Touching my flat stomach, his face instantly turned pale.
"Where's the baby?"
