My husband caused trouble in the outer room where he was raised, but he asked me to dance for her to make peace. When I was eight months pregnant, I made a mistake and fell down to give birth prematurely, but he rejected me as bloody and dirty. The child died when he was born, but the husband didn't take it seriously. He hugged his concubine and went out to socialize: "Look, the person in my arms is the love of my life, and I will never let her down!" So he let me down! From that moment on, I was finally completely disheartened and decided to leave!
