On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love
Chapter 3
I knew Patrick had an ex-girlfriend that he could never get over.
A few years ago, because he couldn't provide the life she desired, she decisively left with a wealthy businessman.
He was depressed for a long time.
It was self-evident that the woman was Rachel.
Patrick's parents once joked that he was ignorant and reckless in his youth.
Rachel, whom he couldn't bring himself to talk about, was the reason behind his newfound steadiness, gentleness, and patience.
After being a little jealous, I was still grateful to her inwardly for training him so well.
So, within two months of our relationship, I willingly married him.
I soon became pregnant. He was so excited that he burst into tears and vowed to be good to me all his life.
When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life.
Overwhelmed with grief, I beat him repeatedly.
"Who was calling that you had to answer while driving? Didn't you realize there are constant bends there? It's a dangerous stretch of road!"
Patrick slapped himself violently in deep remorse. He wept bitterly and begged my forgiveness at my bedside, confessing that he should not have risked answering the phone just to compete for the position of vice president.
From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request.
Out of love for him, I accepted reality after a brief reproach.
To offer an apology and give me a sense of security, he took the initiative to undergo a vasectomy.
Later, we adopted Harry, who was just two years old, from the orphanage.