Breaking Free from My Cheating Husband

On New Year's Eve, I was eight months pregnant when a severe car accident changed everything.

Enduring excruciating pain, I managed to dial my husband’s number, only to hear a woman's breathless moans on the other end.

When I woke up in the hospital, my child was gone. Leon Ramirez, my husband, handed me the deed to a mansion worth hundreds of millions.

He held me close, his eyes reddened. "Honey, it’s my fault about the baby. The house is my way of making it up to you."

"Don’t be sad. We’ll have more children in the future," he added.

I smiled faintly. No, Leon, there won't be another chance. What you didn't realize is that I will be leaving soon.

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On New Year’s Eve, Leon told me he had to work overtime at the office.

I made dinner, hoping to surprise him by bringing them to the company and sharing a New Year’s Eve dinner together. But on the way, a truck came hurtling toward me. The deafening crash gave me no time to react.

In an instant, I was flipped over inside my car, my abdomen crushed by the steering wheel, unable to move.

Bleeding heavily, I ignored my injuries and clung to my belly, shielding it as best I could.

It had taken eight years of marriage with Leon to finally conceive. I couldn’t bear the thought of my baby getting hurt. But the searing pain in my abdomen grew unbearable, as if a thousand hands were twisting my insides.

The warmth spreading between my legs filled me with dread.

Taking deep breaths, I reached for my fallen phone, tears and sweat mingling on my face.

The moment I grabbed it, I dialed Leon without hesitation.

I was terrified. I wanted to see him right away. His office was nearby, and I knew he could reach me faster than an ambulance.

After a few rings, the call connected. Crying, I shouted, "Honey, I’ve been in an accident. Hurry—"

Before I could finish, I froze.

From the other end came the unmistakable sound of a man and woman in the throes of passion.

Shaking, I glanced at my phone to confirm the number—it was definitely Leon’s.

A thousand excuses ran through my mind to explain it away. But the voices that followed shattered my self-deception.

"Don’t bother with protection. Let’s have a baby," Leon said. "Don’t worry. I’ll convince Sharina to accept the child."

"As long as you don’t cause trouble in front of her, I’ll take care of you forever."

The woman giggled softly, followed by more nauseating sounds.

Suddenly, all the pain in my body vanished, leaving only a hollow, broken heart. It was as if I’d been riddled with bullets.

At midnight, fireworks lit up the city sky, ushering in the new year.

But I no longer had the strength to care.

The dazzling fireworks blurred before my eyes, fading into a single tear that slid down my cheek.

When I woke up again, the searing pain in my abdomen returned.

The doctor sighed, shaking his head. "The baby was already six months along. The delay suffocated the fetus in the womb. A little earlier, and we might’ve saved it."

"You’ve just had surgery. Rest and recover."

Grief overwhelmed me. I clutched my empty belly, sobbing uncontrollably. "Baby, you must’ve sensed this world isn’t worth it, so you chose not to come, right?"

"I’m sorry... next time, find better parents..."

I didn’t know how long I cried, but it felt as if I had no more tears left.

Finally, I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was still in our hometown.

"Mom, I’ve decided. After the New Year, I’ll join you and Dad on that classified research project."

My mother was stunned, though her voice carried a trace of excitement. "You’ve made up your mind?"

"But wait—you’re pregnant! Research isn’t a vacation, and I doubt Leon would agree."