I urgently pulled at him, my voice pleading, "Matthew, it's your mom! The one in the emergency room is your mom! She's waiting for you to save her life!"

He paused for a moment. Then Luna in his arms whined, "Matthew, my foot hurts so much..."

Matthew's eyes were instantly filled with pity.

He kicked me in the stomach. "Get out of the way! Don't delay me taking Luna to treat her leg!"

Then, holding Luna, he walked away.

I fell heavily to the ground. My stomach was in severe pain, as if something very important was leaving.

I held my lower abdomen. Tears streaming down my face.

"My baby..."

...

I had always known that Matthew had an ex-girlfriend of five years. A woman he adored named Luna Stewart.

They had talked about marriage. However, Matthew couldn't come up with the bride price demanded by Luna's family for her brother's wedding, so they were forced to break up.

Two years later, he met me. As we got to know and love each other, Matthew acted perfectly.

His family's financial situation was average, and I didn't ask for a bride price when we got married.

So Mia felt indebted to me and always treated me very well.

We had been in love for over two years, married for one. To prepare for pregnancy, I quit my well-paying job six months ago to rest at home.

It could be said that more than half of that 200,000 was money I had saved before marriage.

To let me rest better, he transferred the money to his card and told me not to worry about anything.

But I never expected that my once-loving husband would become so heartless after Luna, his first love, reappeared!

Or rather, I never truly knew his real character!

I woke up to the smell of disinfectant. The nurse regretfully told me that my nearly two-month-old baby was gone.

Mia also died with regret because she didn't have the money to save her in time.

Before she passed away, she kept calling Matthew's name. She was hoping to see her son one last time.

I felt like I was being pierced by thousands of arrows. My whole body trembled with pain.

I forced my weak body to arrange Mia's funeral.

After all, she was Matthew's mother. I sent Matthew a message, hoping he could come to say goodbye to her mom.

But his reply was a big exclamation mark.

For three days, there was no news.

When I came out of the crematorium holding Mia's urn, the TikTok suggested someone I might know.