My husband’s mistress caused trouble, and he demanded that I dance to smooth things over. Eight months pregnant, I slipped and fell, going into premature labor. He only complained that the blood and mess were disgusting. Our child died at birth, but my husband didn’t care. He put his arm around his beloved concubine and went out to socialize.
“Everyone, look! The woman in my arms is the love of my life. I will never let her down!”
So he let me down instead! From that moment on, my heart finally turned cold. I decided to leave!
