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On the first day of the new year, my baby became nothing more than a wisp of green smoke, carried away by the
wind.
I couldn’t hold back anymore and broke into tears.
When it was all over, I laid her ashes to rest in a hibiscus garden. From now on, every flower that blooms in spring will be the gentle skirts I imagined dressing her in.
As I left the cemetery, lan called for the 23rd time. I hung up without hesitation.
A stream of Instagram notifications followed, “ding ding dong dong,” as he bombarded me with apologies. It was just like how he used to placate me during our dating days. But his affection now, delayed and hollow, felt che than grass. I ignored every single message.
I turned away and took a taxi back to my parents‘ home.
When I stepped inside, my parents were making dumplings. They froze when they saw me, their hands still
dusted with flour.
Mom’s eyes trembled as they fell to my belly. She rushed over, her voice shaking, “Sherrie, you…”
Sherrie was my nickname.
”
Though I was still bundled up in the down jacket I’d worn when I left the village, I couldn’t hide anything from her.
12:45 PM
After My Miscarriage, My Husband Got Another Woman Pregnant
Sne aιan’t ask more questions. Instead, sne simply nuggea me tigntly, patting my back as sne whispered, “it’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back…”
Her gentle words shattered my fragile facade, and I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
That night, I told my parents everything. By the time I was finished, divorce was no longer just my decision–it was the collective resolve of our family.
In the early hours of the morning, a Instagram message popped up. It was from Paula.
After that disastrous day, she had been silent. No taunts, no provocations. But now, curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on her message.
It was a video.
The sounds of a man panting and a woman moaning tangled together with the rhythmic creak of my bedframe. The camera, tilted upward, briefly caught the ceiling before shifting to my wedding photo with lan.
They were in my bedroom.
My heart didn’t race, nor did my hands tremble. I was calm as I silently saved the video.
Minutes later, another message from her popped up:
“Sherrie, do you think he’d ever leave me? Guess what–he brought me to your house!”
“Tomorrow, I’ll clear out all your stuff. Once you’re divorced, I’ll officially take my place as the lady of the house!”
Her stupidity almost made me laugh out loud.
She didn’t know that my family had contributed $450,000 of the $500,000 down payment for that house.
lan might have cheated, but as the guilty party in the divorce, he wouldn’t be walking away with so much as a blade of grass.
The next morning, my parents left early to visit relatives. I was half–asleep when a loud knocking woke me. Thinking it was a relative stopping by to pay New Year’s greetings, I opened the door with a smile that froze the
moment I saw him.
lan.
I tried to shut the door immediately, but he forced his way in.
“Sherrie, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep. You’re all I’ve been thinking about. I know I was wrong. Please, come
back home with me,” he pleaded.
I didn’t want to waste another second on him.
Wordlessly, I took out the divorce agreement from my bag and handed it to him.
“Since you’re here, I won’t have to go to you. Sign it.”
He slapped the papers out of my hand without even glancing at them.
“It’s New Year’s Day! I’ve chased you all the way here to apologize, and this is how you respond? What more do
you want from me?!”
I massaged my temples, suppressing my growing fury.
“If you won’t sign, I’ll file for divorce in court.”
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For a moment, he seemed stunned. Then, as if desperate, he stepped closer and tried to wrap me in his arms.
“Sherrie, don’t do this. We can have another baby. If you left me, what would you do? You’re just a housewife now. Are you planning to rely on your parents for the rest of your life?”
I struggled to free myself, anger rising in my chest as his grip tightened.
“Let me go!” I shouted.
Instead, he yanked at my collar, his face inches from mine as he leaned in to kiss me.
12:45 PM
After My Miscarriage, My Husband Got Another Woman Pregnant
Panic surged, and my palm connected sharply with his face.
He stumbled back, clutching his cheek, and stared at me with disbelief.
“You hit me!” He exclaimed, his voice filled with outrage. “Do you know that if it weren’t for me, you’d have ended up in the police station?!”
