Love's Retribution: Seeking Justice from an Ex

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

A nurse was giving me an IV drip.

The doctor told me that I had been overworking myself and that my emotional stress had led to an accidental miscarriage.

I was stunned. My hand instinctively went to my flat belly.

A small life had quietly come and gone. It knew it wasn't wanted and slipped away without a sound.

The kind man who brought me here had even bought me some food.

He awkwardly introduced himself, saying, "I'm Ross Castaneda. I'm not a bad guy. I live in the same complex as you. I saw you collapsed by the road with tears all over your face when I was taking out the trash. I'm sorry. If I had called an ambulance sooner, maybe your baby could have been saved."

"Thank you. It's not your fault," I replied.

The real culprit should be at home right now, laughing at me.

Suddenly, something clicked in my mind. I opened the surveillance camera app at home and pulled up the footage from a few days ago.

On the day I left, Devon was busy in the study.

But he wasn't working. He was playing video games with Marisa.

He said, "Why should I care if her mom died? It's such a remote village. I couldn't care less about going there.

"This works out perfectly. She already lacks love; she'll cling to me even more.

"She wouldn't dare get mad at me. If I just walk away, she'll have nothing."

The moment I had stepped out, he had immediately invited Marisa over.

When I was around, I did all the housework.

But in these few days, he had taken the initiative to sweep the floor, cook, and even wash Marisa's underwear.

Each scene mixed with Devon's words wrapped around my heart like a thorny net.

The pain made it hard to breathe.

I was lacking love, which is why I fell head over heels for Devon and chased him for six months.

I could set aside my little temper for him, learning to be the perfect wife while juggling work and taking care of him.

I loved him deeply, but even that kind of love couldn't withstand this kind of trampling.

My mom and my child...

These two closest to me, connected by blood, had shown me the truth.

Someone like Devon didn't deserve my love.

After finishing the IV drip, I made up my mind.

I would leave Devon forever.