When I was eight months pregnant, I was hit by my husband's car and fell to the side of the road.

Just because his secretary's cat was sick, the husband was in a hurry to take her cat to the veterinarian.

I cried and begged him not to leave and to take me to the hospital, but he looked cold and scolded me harshly.

"Evelyn Rossi, don't I know you? You've been suspicious of me since you got pregnant, and now you're pretending to be dead to threaten me at the critical moment, right?"

He rolled up the window and drove away from my sight as quickly as possible.

When the ambulance took me to the hospital, I found that the baby had died in my womb.

I gritted my teeth, endured the severe pain, and called Richard Sterling dozens of times, but he rejected me immediately.

I turned around and saw the female secretary updating her social media: "Baby, luckily your dad is here, otherwise mom would have been scared today."

In the picture, Richard is holding a cat in one hand and hugging his secretary in the other, smiling happily.

I liked the comment with a dead heart: Some people don't even want their own children and insist on letting that damn animal be their father. I hope these bastards are locked up forever.

……

After the anesthesia, I was still tortured by severe pain both physically and mentally.

Originally, my baby would be born safely in another month, but now I can only watch his cold and purple body being taken away by the doctor for treatment.

I didn't care about my physical injuries and chased after him, crying all the way.

"My child, my child!"

People passing by saw me crying sadly and sighed with their heads down.

My body was in so much pain that the wounds had opened up and blood was staining the hospital gown on my body.

I fell to the ground, but my hand was still facing the direction the child left.

What to do, my child.

I closed my eyes in pain and unwillingness. The murderer of my child was his own father.

I hated it so much! When I opened my eyes again, I saw my friends were all there, and they all comforted me.

"Evelyn, don't be sad. Maybe you are not meant to have this child. When you recover, you and Richard can have another one."

"Yes, yes! If Richard knew that the child was gone, he might be more sad than you. After all, I just saw him and his secretary buying children's products in the mall for the birth of this child. He bought a lot."

"Oh, stop talking! Evelyn is already sad enough."

I looked up and met more than a dozen pairs of eyes, smiling bitterly.

"Do you know how my child died?"

"It was the child's father who hit him. His secretary's cat was sick, and he wanted to take it to the vet as quickly as possible, without caring about the life and death of his wife and child."

Wipe away the tears from your eyes and calm your lonely heart.

"You just said that he took his female secretary to buy baby supplies? Oh, that's not the case at all. He bought them for that damn animal Vanessa Moreau."

Why is it called that damn animal? Because it is as despicable as its mistress, scheming woman.

When Richard was away, it would show its claws to me and bite my skin. I would throw it away in pain, but its owner would accuse me of taking it out on the cat because I couldn't stand her.

It was the first time Richard got angry with me and kicked me out when I was six months pregnant. It rained heavily and I had to stay outside overnight.

If it weren't for the baby in my belly, I wouldn't have been able to tolerate this couple for so long.

And my words were undoubtedly like a bomb, causing everyone present to open their eyes wide, clench their fists and tremble with anger.

At this time, Richard called and I put it on speakerphone.

"Evelyn, why do you have to humiliate Vanessa like this? Didn't you just scare you to the point of falling to the ground, and didn't you just go to the hospital for scheming a woman? So you take out all your anger on Vanessa."

"If you keep on being unreasonable, I'll only get more fed up with you. You were already ugly when you were pregnant, and you're really trying to kill yourself, right?"

"Hurry up and call Vanessa to apologize. She now thinks she is a cheap person and a mistress who destroyed other people's families."

"Richard, don't scold Sister Evelyn like that. We are low-class workers. If we don't follow our boss all the time, how can we earn money? I'm not like her, who is spoiled by her husband in the boudoir."

When Vanessa was advising Richard, she did not forget to point out that she and I were different. She relied on herself while I relied on my husband for support.

Everyone is not stupid. When they heard Richard scolding me, they were so shocked that they clenched their fists.

They would never believe that he, who was always considered a perfect husband by outsiders, actually hit me and caused me to have a miscarriage just to scheme on a woman.

I turned off my phone and looked away.

I used to think that I was very happy because I had a good husband who loved me so much, but now I dare not think so anymore.

Seven years of love turned into bubbles and shattered at the slightest touch.

I casually called a friend who is a lawyer and asked her to help me draft some divorce papers.

After resting in the hospital for a few days, I started to go through the discharge procedures.

As soon as I got home and opened the door, I saw a pair of women's lace underwear that didn't belong to me lying on the ground.

Looking again, I saw a few used condoms hanging in the trash can.

I put my foot in my underwear and stepped over it, then kicked over the trash can.

Hearing the noise, Richard suddenly rushed out and pushed me hard. I was already weak and couldn't stand steadily, so I fell to the ground.

It's really disheartening. He still doesn't know that the baby is gone. Isn't he afraid that it will hurt the baby in my belly?

Richard was stunned for a moment, and then he mocked me: "Don't say Vanessa is a scheming woman in the future. You are the ancestor of scheming women. You are the first and no one is second."

When I turned around and met his angry eyes, Richard realized that my stomach was empty. He panicked and grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"Evelyn, where are my children?"

"What did you do to my child?"

I stared at him, the murderer who killed the child.

She pushed him away with all her strength, then raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

“Bang!”

"How dare you ask me about my child? He was hit and killed by your car. I told you right there and then, but you refused to listen!"

"Richard, you are such a despicable person that you don't care about your own child's life or death and are eager to be the father of that damn animal."

Richard was stunned when he heard what I said, recalling that his car had indeed hit me, and I was pregnant at that time and needed someone to take care of me, but he only cared about Vanessa's pet cat.

As if realizing that he had gone too far, Richard guiltily pulled my hand, but I was stimulated by the sudden fragrance of flowers.

I'm allergic to pollen, and I told Richard about it.

I then realized that the living room was full of roses, and the arrangement seemed to be designed to please a woman.

I looked at the lace underwear that had been stepped on, the condoms in the trash can, and the various erotic arrangements in front of me, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in my heart.

So he refused to answer the phone last night because he hated me for disturbing their sex life, right?

I raised my hand and turned over the roses on the table, then picked up the iron rod and smashed the interesting decorations.

But I still inhaled the pollen into my nose, and my skin began to show signs of allergies.

The noise I made was so loud that a red figure rushed out of my room holding Richard.

"Richard, is there a thief in the house?"

Richard looked at me with a pale face. I caught him having an affair on the spot.

Moreover, he was the one who killed the child with his own hands, and he felt so guilty that he was speechless.

Vanessa finally noticed me, but she didn't let go of Richard.

"Evelyn, since you know everything about Richard and I, please understand your position."

"Two people are together because of love, and he no longer loves you, so you have to step aside and give way to me."

She came over, folded her arms, looked me up and down, and smiled contemptuously.

"I am younger and prettier than you, but you are like a yellow-faced woman. Why do you want to occupy the position of the president's wife?"

What she meant was, Richard is so rich, and she is younger and prettier than me, so why should I be able to enjoy this life instead of her?

I feel a little itchy because I inhaled a lot of pollen.

No, I have to get out now. This is not the time to argue with her.

"Richard, keep an eye on that damn animal of yours. I'll settle your business later."

"Also, this is my house, get out of here with your garbage."

My breathing became increasingly difficult and I rushed out.

But Vanessa blocked my way with her hand. Richard noticed something was wrong with me and was about to reach out to pull me, but Vanessa stopped him.

"Don't touch her, she has some skin infection."

Richard paused and questioned me angrily.

"Evelyn, give me an explanation."

"I haven't seen you come home these past few days. Did you have an affair outside and lose my child?"

"Is that so?" Vanessa spoke before I could say anything.

"Richard, do you even need to ask this? Evelyn must have been having an affair outside and got rid of the child, and then she blamed it on you, making you suffer in silence!"

Richard believed Vanessa's words without a doubt.

He picked up anything he could get his hands on and threw it at me.

"Evelyn, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. You had an affair with an adulterer, killed your own child, and now you've come back with a skin infection..."

"I didn't, stop talking nonsense."

"I'm allergic to pollen, you know that!"

"Vanessa, if you dare to speak rudely and insultingly to me again, I will sue you for defamation."

"Tsk, pollen allergy? This is clearly caused by a skin infection."

"Don't treat people like fools, as if you're the only one who's allergic and others aren't. I'm allergic to seafood, but that doesn't mean I'll be like you."

Vanessa easily falsely accused me with a few words, which made Richard believe it without a doubt.

He was so angry that he slapped me to the ground, but I didn't even have the strength to resist.

I just wanted to get out quickly. I was only three meters away from getting out.

"Evelyn, you have no shame."

“Bang!”

He grabbed my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe.

I struggled with all my might: "Let go!"

"I didn't cheat on you, but you found a bitch to fuck at home."

If I had the strength, I would rush to the kitchen and kill the couple who were blaming others with a knife.

"Evelyn, do you know why I chose Vanessa? Look at how you look now. Since you got pregnant, your figure has become deformed and your face has spots. You no longer look as pure and lovely as before."

"Now even the child has been killed by you. I will not let you go."

"Richard, it's you. You killed my child. Don't spit blood on me."

Richard was so angry that he wanted to divorce me. Vanessa suddenly had an idea and spoke with a smile.