After the Miscarriage, I Handed Over a Divorce Agreement

This sentence was nothing but a slap in the face to those who spoke up for me.

I refused, and the next second I couldn't log in to Twitter.

And when I logged in, there was already a new message pinned to the top of Twitter.

[I, a mute, can't compare to Sophia Haire.]

My head exploded, and I could already hear the laughter and curses of those people in my ears.

But I couldn't do anything, after all, I still needed to rely on others to survive.

This can also be considered a kind of sadness.

On his phone, Logan replied with another message: [I didn't ask you, I'm just informing you, you don't have the right to choose, understand?]

This matter escalated and in the afternoon, I was called back to the Carter family by Kim.

A slap landed on my face.

After that, she returned to her original kind appearance.

"Zella, you have brought shame to the Carter family today."

"I have said before, you and Logan are not a good match, you cannot control him."

"You are a good girl. Give birth to the legitimate grandson of the Carter family as soon as possible, and I will set you free soon," said Kim.

I nodded and stumbled out of the room, only to come face to face with Logan.