My Husband Made Me Miscarry, Now He Crawls Back in Tears — Novel

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In a world where trust shatters like glass, Meredith finds herself grappling with betrayal on the brink of heartbreak. Just when she dares to hope for a fresh start, a tragedy steals her mother and exposes her husband, Tristan, as an unfeeling puppet master entwined with a ghost from the past. As she uncovers a sinister web of lies, where loyalty is measured in manipulation, Meredith must confront the chilling reality that the man she loved is far from the devoted husband he pretended to be.

With her brother's life hanging in the balance, Meredith is torn between seeking justice and protecting what remains of her fractured family. Hillary, the woman who once haunted her dreams, now stands as a cruel reminder of betrayal, flaunting her connection to Tristan while taunting Meredith with the very essence of her anguish. As tensions rise and stakes escalate, can Meredith find the strength to reclaim her life and expose the dark truths that threaten to consume her?

In a tale rife with deception, love, and the pursuit of vengeance, Meredith's journey unfolds. Will she succumb to despair, or will she rise from the ashes, ready to confront the man who shattered her world?

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."