When My Husband's First Love and I Were In DangerChapter 1

When the criminal rushed into the hospital with a knife，

my doctor fiancé pushed me away and stood in front of him without hesitation, but he turned around and held Sarah tightly in his arms.

I was stabbed several times in the abdomen, and the baby I had finally conceived was in danger.

He was the only person in the hospital who could perform surgery to save my baby, but he could not be contacted.

The day after I lost my child, I woke up in the morning and saw Sarah’s Insgram:

"Your chest is the strongest and safest harbor in the world!" with a picture showing her delicate hand placed on his bare chest.

I took a screenshot with trembling hands and sent it to him.

"Is this why you pushed me away?"

Two days later, he finally replied to the message.

"You are a war correspondent. What is there to be afraid of for a woman like you who dares to go to the battlefield? She is a timid little woman unlike you!"

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"Steve, let's break up!"

Since I was a child, I had a dream of becoming a war correspondent, but I deviated from the dream and met him.

After dating him for five years, then I finally became his legitimate fiancée. I thought that we were true love and it would bring happiness.

But I didn't expect that my dream would become a decent reason for him to push me away and turn around to protect Sarah.

The doctor said that my uterus had been severely damaged and the chances of getting pregnant again were almost zero.

That "fetus" which was not yet formed and had not had the chance to see this world was my only bloodline in my life.

After begging the doctor for a long time, he finally agreed to let me take my "blood" away.

I didn't protect it well when it was alive. Now it had gone, I shall find a quiet place for it and hoped it could be reborn into a happy family in his next life if there had been one.

I placed it under a big tree on the sunny side of the mountain where got sunlight when it was cold and shade when it was hot.

Looking at the small mound in front of me, I felt like sinking in an ice sea and I could barely breathe.

It shouldn't have come quietly and left in obscurity. Besides me, at least Steve should remember it.

I dialed his number, but the familiar ringtone came from the top of the mountain behind me.

I stood behind a big tree and watched him frown and hang up my phone impatiently.