My Husband’s Junior Colleague Killed Our Baby For Their Affair, I Left Them Misery

"You forgot? Today is my prenatal checkup. You promised to come with me."

Ludwig looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time, like a stranger, "Suzy, how can you say such heartless things? Whitney is my junior colleague; I have an obligation to take care of her."

With that, he shook off my hand and walked out.

Watching his turning back, I suddenly remembered the day I found out I was pregnant. He was so excited back then, he was even crying. He said that the child and I were his life, but now he couldn't choose us over another woman.

Ten minutes later, Whitney updated her Twitter with photos. The location was Ludwig's office. She was kneeling under the table, dressed in extremely sexy clothes, her face flushed as she unzipped Ludwig's pants. The caption read, [I lied to my senior, saying I was sexually harassed, but it was just to reward him.]

I found it amusing and immediately called Jessica, my best friend and also a lawyer, "Help me draft a divorce agreement. I want to divorce Ludwig."

My friend and I met at a coffee shop. She was furious after learning what Ludwig had done. Her face turning ashen and she kept cursing. After I calmed her down, she quickly drafted a divorce agreement for me.

"Make him sign it as soon as possible. Also, I'm going abroad for work in two weeks; you'll come with me."

On the way home, a black sedan coming from the opposite direction suddenly veered towards us. The driver swerved to avoid it, but unfortunately collided with another car.

I slammed hard into the chair, a sharp pain shooting through my stomach and a warm liquid immediately flowed between my legs. But before I could cry out in pain, my consciousness began to fade.

In the moments before I lost consciousness, I saw a familiar man and woman step out of the black sedan. Ludwig ran towards me in a panic, the hickey on his collarbone piercing my eyes like a sharp thorn.

He held me tightly in his arms, terrified, "Honey, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

I didn't have time to respond before I fell into a coma. When I woke up, I was already on the operating table.

Ludwig, in a white coat, was anxiously performing surgery on me, "Don't be afraid, Suzy. I won't let anything happen to you or the baby. The surgery will be over soon."

Whitney, standing beside me, had reddened eyes and a choked voice, "I'm so sorry, Suzy. It was all because I interfered with Ludwig's driving that this happened. I'm so sorry, so very sorry. Don't worry, Ludwig is a very skilled doctor. You and the baby will be absolutely fine."

The image of them being intimate in the car immediately flashed through my mind. Anger surged within me, but the anesthesia prevented me from uttering a single word.

Under Ludwig's skill, my surgery was successful and the baby was not in any danger. But just as they were finishing up, Whitney, who was assisting with the suturing, made a fatal mistake while operating the machinery, cutting open my abdomen. Blood gushed out instantly, staining the entire hospital bed red.

"Oh no!" Ludwig's face changed drastically and he immediately began resuscitation efforts.

But it was too late; the baby was gone. I was also half-dead, collapsing unconscious on the operating table.

When I regained my consciousness, Ludwig was beside me, his eyes dark and swollen, clearly having not slept all night.

I forced a smile, "The baby's gone?"

Ludwig's eyes flashed with guilt as he gripped my hand tightly, "I'm sorry, Suzy, I couldn't save him. But don't be too sad, we can have another child. The most important thing is that you're fine now."