My Husband defended the Woman Who Caused My Miscarriage, So I Left Him

He let out a short, cold laugh. “I never take my phone into surgery. There's no way I could send you a message!”

I froze, then saw the satisfied glint in Nancy’s eyes and realized this was her trap.

I snapped, “You can check your phone records or pull the office security footage. Then you’ll know who’s lying.”

Edwin hesitated. Before he could answer, Nancy suddenly began to cry.

“Ms. Robertson, I understand—you think I caused your miscarriage, so you came here looking for proof. I get it…”

“You lost your baby and I feel worse than you do. But you can’t accuse me, you can’t frame me like this…”

“If no one here believes me, then I’ll just leave.”

She turned as if to go, but Edwin caught her by the arm.

“Nancy, of course I believe you. Don’t go!” Edwin said.

Security arrived and grabbed me by the arms.

Edwin shot me a look of disgust and said harshly, “Sammy, if you bully Nancy again, I won’t just throw you out of the hospital—I’ll have you taken straight to the police.”

That night, Edwin came home.

He saw me on the couch, clumsily tending to my injuries. For a moment, hesitation flickered in his eyes. But he turned away and walked into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, he walked out the room while dragging a suitcase.

He said coldly, “I paid for the imported medicine you broke. Consider that matter closed."

"Nancy’s upset, so I’m taking a week’s vacation to go abroad with her. While I’m gone, think about what you’ve done.”

From the moment he arrived home to the moment he left again, I didn’t say a single word.

Edwin took Nancy to Velvetio.

Nancy sent me their itinerary like a trophy. Edwin bought her designer handbags, luxury perfumes and piles of new clothes. They took a sunset cruise and strolled hand in hand down the famous Bellefragrance Row.

Occasionally, Edwin messaged me too.

[You always said you wanted to honeymoon in Velvetio. I’ll take you when I have time.]

[You just miscarried. Take care of yourself.]

[I got you a gift. I’ll give it to you when I’m home.]

I didn’t reply to a single one.

On the seventh day, soon as I got my passport, I went straight to the airport and bought the next ticket to the Federal Crimsonnia.

While waiting to board, two familiar figures passed right by me. They were Edwin and Nancy, back from their trip, dragging suitcases loaded with shopping bags.

Edwin pulled out his phone to make a call.

A second later, my phone rang. I hung up without answering, pulled out the SIM card and tossed it into the nearest trash bin. Then I walked into the boarding gate without looking back.

Goodbye, Edwin.