My husband caused me to have a miscarriage

When I was very young, my parents divorced.

My mother raised me alone, and life was tough. Although she was strict with me, I could clearly feel her love.

But she passed away when I was in high school.

Perhaps because I lacked care, I quickly fell for Landon, who is gentle and handsome.

He said: "From now on, I will be with you. No matter what happens, you can rely on me. You are no longer alone, Honey."

To reciprocate his love, I started striving to be an excellent girlfriend.

He liked long hair, so I haven't cut mine for years. He liked delicate skin, so I made time for beauty treatments every month. He liked a slim figure, so I could eat just one meal a day...

Later, I was surprised to find that these traits were all possessed by Betty.

I couldn't help but ask him what was going on, and Landon said indifferently: "Aren't these traits common in every pretty girl? You can't just because Betty is good-looking, you start having wild thoughts."

He was too calm, always with this nonchalant expression, regardless of the situation.

It only highlighted my embarrassment and awkwardness.

The only time he would be anxious and tremble was when Betty was in danger.

Today, Landon also returned.

He looked at me: "Why didn't you tell me you were discharged? I could have given you a ride."

It was ridiculous.

He was right next door, and he didn't even notice that I had been discharged.

"No need." I said.

"Are you still angry because I saved Betty?"

His handsome eyebrows furrowed.

"She is my Julie; I could never have any other thoughts about her. Do you think I'm that despicable?"

I shook my head: "What's the point of telling you?"

He clearly didn't expect me to be so calm.

Every time Betty was mentioned before, I would get very excited, either crying or making a scene.

Now, I suddenly seem to have let go, and he was a bit uncomfortable with it.

Perhaps out of guilt, he cooked lunch himself, making a big table of delicious dishes for me.

Landon scooped a bowl of soup for me and said softly: "Let's postpone our engagement banquet for now. Betty has been discharged, but she's still not feeling well and can't attend the banquet. Once she recovers, we'll hold the ceremony."

The originally tasty meal suddenly became very bitter.

I said, how come he suddenly changed his tune and started taking care of me again.

It turned out that everything was for Betty again.

It was supposed to be our engagement ceremony, but it depended on whether she could attend. People who didn't know might think she was his fiancée.

But it didn't matter; it suited my intentions perfectly.

Seeing me agree so readily, Landon leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Honey, I knew you are the best.

When a woman stops arguing and making demands, it's not that she's become generous.

She's just given up completely.

That night, a sudden heavy rainstorm struck outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Lying in the same bed with Landon, he suddenly reached out and held me. The warm and broad embrace made me pause, but it no longer stirred the fluttering heartbeat I once felt. He placed his chin on my shoulder and softly called me, "Honey..."

His hot breath on my skin signaled what was coming next. Indeed, the next moment, his hand gently caressed my abdomen, about to lift my clothes.

I stopped his hand and flatly refused, "I'm tired and not in the mood for this." He was clearly surprised by my response, hesitating for a moment. "But your body has fully recovered, I just missed you," he said. I pushed him away. In the darkness, by the moonlight, I stared into his eyes, "Do I need to be that clear? Your actions with Betty make me feel sick, so please don't touch me."

Landon's expression changed abruptly, "Are you still fixated on that? If you're trying to get my attention, this is too childish."

"What do you want me to do then?" I looked at him earnestly, "You've never chosen me over Betty, not even once."

Landon rubbed his temple, "Those were all coincidences... Next time, I will definitely choose you." No sooner had he finished speaking than the telephone rang urgently. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression a little unnatural. It was Betty calling.

Her voice on the other end was pitiful, as if she were about to cry, "Landon, where are you? It's thundering, and I'm so scared alone. I hate to trouble other friends, but could you come and keep me company? If Julie minds, just forget what I said."

Landon looked at me, guiltily touching his nose. In the end, he still said, "Don't be afraid, I'm coming right now."

The expected answer. I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Landon held my hand, apologetically, "Honey, Betty is really afraid of thunder. She just got out of the hospital and is still weak; I need to go and keep her company."

I retorted, firmly pulling my hand back.

"You can go, I won't stop you. Anyway, you've always been like this, making promises you can't keep." Landon sighed, "I'll explain when I get back." Then he quickly put on his clothes and left. Watching his receding figure, my heart sank bit by bit. This was for the best. When I took my revenge on them, I wouldn't feel a shred of guilt.