After I Dumped My Husband from Tibet Who Pretended to Be Poor, He Regretted It Like Crazy

My fifth year after marrying into a Tibetan family.

I was pregnant and working to save 200 yuan to repair the roof when exhaustion made me collapse in my employer's pasture.

My penniless husband carried me to see the most expensive Tibetan doctor.

He thought I couldn't understand Tibetan.

Right in front of me, he asked the doctor if he could increase the dose of the abortion medicine, offering an extra 100,000 yuan in consultation fees.

The Tibetan doctor urged him, "Young Master Dawa, a higher dose will only increase the pregnant woman's suffering. It could even leave her infertile for life."

"This woman gave up life in the capital to follow you to Tibet and endure hunger and cold. Are you sure you want to do this to her?"

My husband nodded and said bluntly, "Making her live through hardship with me was just a test of her sincerity."

"But now that Baima is back, what does her sincerity matter?"

"If Baima finds out I have a child, she'll leave again. I can't take that risk. Hurry up and give her the medicine."

Half an hour later, I writhed on the floor in agony as blood gushed from beneath me.

My husband comforted me in Mandarin, saying it was just an accident and that we could have other children.

But I would never believe him again.

Now that his beloved has returned, I won't stay by his side any longer.