My Husband’s Schoolgirl Caused Me to Lose My Child

I was rushed to the delivery room. In the end, my baby didn’t survive and was stillborn.

When they brought him out, his little face was dark and I was so devastated that I fainted immediately.

When I woke up, there was no one around. The pain of losing my son overwhelmed me and my emotions completely broke down. It was Celine—she killed my child!

Intense hatred spread through my heart.

I pulled out the IV needle and dragged my weak body to the doctor's office.

The scene in front of me made my heart turn to ashes.

“Senior, it’s my fault. I was useless. I couldn’t save your child,” Celine sobbed, leaning on Adam’s shoulder.

To anyone who didn’t know, it looked like she had lost her child. Adam held her tenderly, feeling the wetness of her tears on his shoulder. Her sorrow pained him deeply, cutting into his heart.

“It’s not your fault,” he said.

“The child just wasn’t blessed.”

“Celine, you know, I’ve only ever wanted a child... with you.” Adam lowered his head, leaning in as if to kiss Celine on the forehead.

It felt as though an invisible knife had stabbed through my heart. The pain shattered all my hopes and dreams. It dawned on me—he wasn’t cold by nature. I just wasn’t the one in his heart.

From the beginning, he never wanted a child with me.

“Adam, are you even human? Have you seen your own child die? Do you know the woman you’re holding is the one who killed our baby? Celine, I’ll make you pay for this!”

I lunged at her, pulling her hair, trying to slam her head against the wall. I had been in labor for over ten hours with no progress, begging for a C-section. But she had coldly said, “Unless there’s severe bleeding, I won’t give you a C-section. Sister-in-law, you’re just scared of pain. You had your fun, now you’ll bear the consequences.”

In the end, my baby was stillborn.

“Clara, let go of Celine!” Adam grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like he would crush it.

“Celine, you’ll pay for my child’s death!” I was consumed by hatred, shaking uncontrollably.

I wanted to tear her apart.

Adam blocked the wall, preventing me from hurting her, but I pulled so hard on her hair that I nearly ripped her scalp off.

“Senior, help me!” she cried.

Snap! Adam couldn’t bear to see her suffer. In his haste, he slapped me hard and hurried to protect the terrified Celine behind him. A dark cloud settled over his face.

“You’re crazy. Celine is an expert obstetrician and gynecologist. If she says the conditions for a C-section weren’t met, then they weren’t. Stop being irrational!”

“She insisted on delivering your baby even though she wasn’t feeling well. Instead of being grateful, you’re angry at her. Clara, what right do you have? And let’s not forget—you’re the one who wanted this baby. It’s no one’s fault that he didn’t survive.”

Celine, nestled in his arms, looked up at me with a smirk, her eyes filled with arrogance. His words felt like shards of glass piercing my heart, leaving me unable to breathe.

“Divorce. I want a divorce—now.”

I could no longer hold back my scream. I had never felt so shattered. Tears blurred my vision and my hair clung messily to my face. I must’ve looked like a madwoman.

Once the words left my mouth, the room fell silent. Adam’s thin lips pressed into a hard line, his expression dark and menacing.

“Senior?” The corners of Celine’s lips twitched upwards. She tugged at his sleeve, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. Adam slowly snapped back to reality and turned to me, his voice cold.

“You’ll regret this!”

They said being favored gave you confidence. He assumed I couldn’t leave him.

But he didn’t realize that love cools, little by little.

My love for him had died along with my child. After I was discharged from the hospital, I called my brother. I told him to cut off the financial chain that held adam’s company together. From now on, I’d take back everything he got from me—little by little.