Love Burns Out

I was four months pregnant and was picking up a birthday gift for my husband in a shopping mall when an earthquake happened. I was knocked down by the panicked crowd, and when I struggled to get up, I discovered that there was blood flowing down my legs. I was panicked, but I turned around and saw my husband coming out of the nearby cinema with his little assistant in his arms like a princess. I cried and pulled him and told him that I might have had a miscarriage, but he pushed me away impatiently. "Xixi sprained her foot. I need to send her to the hospital immediately. Can you stop being jealous and always using the child as an excuse? Don't you feel disgusting?" Half an hour later, I lay on the cold operating table and told the doctor expressionlessly: "The child's father is dead. Please arrange an operation for me as soon as possible."