He Killed Our Baby Then Begged Me to StayChapter 1

Everyone knew my husband loved me more than life itself.

The only regret between us was that after three years of marriage, we still didn't have a child of our own.

The day I found out I was pregnant, I wept with joy. I couldn't wait to get home and share the news with him.

But the man who had loved me for seven years didn't react the way I'd imagined. Not even close.

He gripped the ultrasound printout, his face darkening, and let out a cold, derisive laugh.

"You cheat on me and then come home grinning to share the good news? What am I supposed to do, throw you a parade?"

"I must've treated you too well all these years. Made you think you could do whatever you wanted. And now you actually have the nerve to make me raise some other man's bastard?"

I didn't understand. I couldn't understand why he was reacting this way. I searched his face desperately for an answer.

Then he slammed a medical report down in front of me.

"I have azoospermia!"

"Go ahead. Tell me. Where did this bastard come from?"

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I stared at the report on the coffee table, the room tilting around me.