I had an unexpected miscarriage. This was the third week after my surgery, and my husband Godfrey accompanied me for a follow-up check-up. While we were still waiting for our turn, he hurriedly left. I didn't ask him why, nor did I try to stop him or hold onto him like I used to.

Watching his hurried departure, I felt that this marriage seemed meaningless.

After receiving the check-up results and medication, I got a message from Godfrey. "Elsie, I have something to do. You go home first." I replied with just one word, "Okay." In the past, I would ask him to come pick me up. But now, it seemed unnecessary.

As soon as I got into a taxi, I saw Godfrey's car parked at the hospital entrance. He came back to the hospital? But he said he was busy and couldn't pick me up. The next moment, I saw a woman in a white dress getting out of his car.

When I got home, I saw his first love had posted an update on Instagram. "I just coughed a few times, and he insisted on taking me to the hospital and stayed with me all this time. After all these years, he's still nice to me." The picture attached was of Godfrey's back. He was wearing the shirt I gave him for his birthday last year.

Sirena and Godfrey had been childhood sweethearts. She was his first love. She had married a wealthy man abroad but returned home with her three-year-old child after her husband's bankruptcy and their subsequent divorce. In Godfrey's heart, I was just her replacement. I always knew this but loved Godfrey so much that I insisted on marrying him. I even wanted to have children with him. The miscarriage might have been a warning from fate not to covet someone who didn't belong to me.

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