After Being Forced to Have an Abortion Seven Times, I Decided to Leave

After my seventh miscarriage, my husband personally cooked to celebrate the loss of my baby. He even invited the mistress as a guest! I was forced to eat a pot of dumplings until I was full. Until I saw the large spread of blood in the kitchen, my internal organs suddenly surged. A bad guess popped up. "Husband, what did you use to make the dumplings? Why are there blood?" In the living room, the mistress sat intimately on her husband's lap and smiled slightly: "Sister Xiaohan, didn't you eat it?" "Just now you clearly said it was chewy!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.