Just because the young widow wanted to eat cherries, my husband asked me, who was also pregnant, to go out and buy some with my big belly.
On the way back, I got into a car accident. I suffered from unbearable abdominal pain and heavy bleeding.
I frantically called my husband, who is a medical expert, and he finally got through on the ninth call.
"Linlin's water broke. Why are you still jealous and causing trouble?"
But when I was desperately lying in a pool of blood waiting to die, my husband was lovingly holding the widow's newborn daughter, handing out red envelopes throughout the department, and happily saying that he was a father.
But I lost my soon-to-be-born child because I delayed the best time for treatment.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I filed for divorce from my husband, but he thought I was jealous and wanted to be favored, so he punished me by locking me up because I suffered from claustrophobia.
But later, when he saw my shriveled belly, he went completely crazy.
