Book 1 On Christmas, I
Miscarried Because of His
Lover’s Prank
When we was in a relationship back then, Edward promised that we would spend every Christmas together.
He said we would let time bear witness to our love.
For every Christmas after that, no matter how busy we were with work, we would always find a way to be together, take a picture, and place it in our love album.
But once I got pregnant, a new shadow appeared in Edward’s life–his junior from college, Molly Wright.
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When Edward did my prenatal checkups, she was always right there beside us.
“Phoenix, Dr. Scott is such a great guy. I’ve never seen him so gentle before.”
“He’s always been kind to me.” I lowered my head shyly.
In that moment, I missed the silent exchange of glances between Edward and Molly.
From then on, Molly played the role of the thoughtful little sister. During my difficult pregnancy, she brought me traditional remedies from her hometown, which eased my symptoms.
Sometimes, when Edward upset me, she would call and tell me not to be angry with such a straightforward “logic–only” guy like him. If I ever needed to vent, she’d be there
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to listen.
I thought I had gained a good friend.
But then, one evening, Edward came home. late. He told me it was the first night in a while when he didn’t have much to do, and his department had all gone out for a meal together.
But when I hugged him, I didn’t smell food or alcohol on him. Instead, there was a familiar scent of perfume.
The same scent that Molly always wore.
At first, I told myself it was just a misunderstanding. After all, sitting close to colleagues during dinner could easily lead to a lingering fragrance.
But later that evening, when I saw the
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white jacket Edward threw into the laundry basket, I noticed something by the collar- a faint red mark. It wasn’t blood or anything else. It was lip gloss, a nude shade that I immediately recognized.
It was Molly’s favorite color.
My heart felt like it had dropped into an ice–cold abyss.
The emotional strain was too much, and my stomach began to ache painfully again.
I let out a cry of pain in the bathroom, “Edward! My belly hurts!”
I could barely stand, but, mindful of my eight–month pregnancy, I leaned against the wall, slowly sinking down until I was sitting on the floor.
I do so awes
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Edward rushed in, seeing me pale with pain, and immediately picked me up in a panic, carrying me to the hospital.
After the check–up, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Luckily, the baby is fine.”
Edward looked at the report, first relieved that the baby was okay, then immediately turning to question me, “What’s wrong with you? Did you eat something you shouldn’t have? You scared me half to death!”
I could barely catch my breath in my anger.
“Edward, where the hell did you go tonight?”
