In three years of marriage, I had five miscarriages.
The sixth child was finally saved until July, but was hit by a drunk driver.
I reluctantly took the child out, but he died on the spot.
The day after the baby was born, my husband brought back a beautiful child.
It was said that he was adopted, but when I looked at the child's eyes, it was clear that he was exactly the same.
If he wants me not to know, then I will pretend to be stupid.
But that child shouldn't have smashed my child's ashes and poked his grave.
They had no idea that what I was carrying was not an ordinary child at all. He had been reincarnated six times and was still unborn, and he was extremely resentful.
In this case, then go to hell and repent to my unborn child.
