The Day I Miscarried, I Married My Scumbag Ex’s Uncle

Eight weeks pregnant, I found a prenatal checkup report on my husband’s phone for him and his mistress. The date was a month earlier than mine.

My mother-in-law smiled and urged me to drink the “pregnancy tonic,” promising it would guarantee a grandson.

As I hemorrhaged on the operating table, I heard a nurse say, “Mr. Gu went to the prenatal checkup with his first love. He said this baby shouldn’t have been born in the first place.”

I climbed out of bed, took my bloodstained prenatal report, and headed straight to a private room on the top floor of the hospital.

The man with power to shake the heavens stood by the window. I handed him the report. “Marry me, and I’ll help you take control of the entire Gu family.”

He crushed his cigarette and curled his lips. “Prove your worth.”

I turned and slapped the report against my ex-husband’s face as he rushed over to stop me. “Call me Auntie.”

But that night, the man’s kiss fell on the tear-streaked side of my neck. “Now let’s talk about the real price...”