I Caused My Brother’s Wife’s Miscarriage

"How about this? When I get back, I’ll reimburse you for your travel expenses. You can stay with my wife for a few days. What do you say?"

I tried to soften my tone, afraid that refusing would lead to the same tragic end as last time.

No matter how he asked, I was determined to refuse.

After sending him off, I called my boss and requested a transfer.

Before he returned from his trip, I would move to a different city where no one would know my address.

That way, the terrible events of my previous life would never happen again.

But on the third day of his business trip, Michael Carter showed up, coming from another city to find me.

"Ethan Summers! You caused my wife to miscarry, and I’m going to beat you to death!"

He kicked me in the chest, and I stumbled into the corner of the wall, the taste of iron in my mouth.

I didn’t expect to be ambushed with such a violent attack just from opening the door.

I dodged to the side, trying to avoid his blows.

Michael Carter was a black belt in taekwondo, while I was just a weak programmer, no match for him!

"No... it wasn’t me!"

My forearm went numb from the punches, and his knee drove into my stomach, making me see stars.

"I haven’t even seen your wife these past few days, how could I be the cause of her miscarriage?"

I shouted hoarsely, but my head slammed into the wall, and my ears rang.

Michael Carter's eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed my throat, choking me so hard I could barely breathe.

"How dare you lie! My wife told me herself!"

"You followed her and deliberately pushed her, causing her to miscarry!"

As he spoke, his anger grew, and his grip tightened. I was suffocating, my vision going dark.

I desperately tried to pry his fingers off, my nails digging into his hand, leaving bloodstains.

With what little breath I had left, I gasped out:

"You have no proof... she’s lying, trust me!"

"I’ve been your brother for so many years, what could I possibly gain from doing this?"

Having learned from my previous life, this time, I stayed home as much as possible when I wasn’t at work.

To avoid any contact with his wife, I even blocked her number.

At this point, I was sure I was being framed, and they had no evidence!

Maybe it was my sincerity that moved him.

Michael Carter slowly loosened his grip, and I felt a flicker of hope.

But to my shock, he pulled out a surveillance video from his phone.

He said each word with deadly precision:

"Now, how do you explain this video?"

In the video, Michael Carter’s wife, Samantha Lee, was walking with her pregnant belly.

Soon after, my figure appeared, following her as she walked into an alley.

Before long, a woman’s heart-wrenching screams were heard.

Since the video came from a blind spot of the surveillance, it didn’t show what happened between me and Samantha Lee.

But it clearly put the blame on me.

The most troubling thing was, the alley looked so familiar.

I had indeed been there recently.

But I hadn’t seen Samantha Lee at all.

Seeing my stunned silence, Michael Carter grew even angrier and slammed his phone into my face:

"Now what do you have to say?"

"I’m going to beat you to death today to avenge my dead son!"

The sharp pain in my head made my vision blur, and I knew if I didn’t figure something out, I’d end up facing the same tragic end as in my previous life.

Time was running out—what should I do?

I knew the video was fake, but how could I prove it?