After Losing My Child, I Decided To Divorce

I used to have a happy and harmonious family.

My husband and I were loving and I had a good relationship with my mother-in-law, Emily Lowell.

The only thing that could cause conflict in the family was that I had been unable to conceive a child.

Emily had repeatedly emphasized her desire to have a grandson, and my mother often mentioned that if I had a child, my in-laws would be happy and they would support my brother's work even more.

My husband was the same. He often read parenting magazines and said he would be the best father in the world.

In order to get pregnant, I suffered a lot and finally became pregnant two years ago.

But when I was less than four months pregnant, I was hit by a car that ran a red light on a rainy night while trying to save someone.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and I lost my child.

The doctor looked at my pale face and sighed deeply, saying that I would never be able to conceive again.

Emily's face darkened on the spot and she angrily rushed over to hit me.

"Unlucky wretch! Are you trying to exterminate the Lowell family? How heartless you are! You murderer! Give my grandson back to me!"

Emily was slightly held back by Bruce Lowell, but Bruce also looked at me with great disappointment.

"Why did you save people when so many people passed by? Couldn't you think about the child?"

Why didn't I think about the baby in my belly?

I hadn't had a sound sleep in two years. I often asked myself why I didn't think about the child in my belly.

I didn't know.