After 99 IVF attempts, I finally got pregnant, but my husband, the dean, told me to put my work first and asked me to have an abortion. But the next day, I saw my husband's intern asked someone to ask for leave, and even sent wedding candy at the nurse's station. At the same time, the circle of friends posted a photo of my husband holding the baby on the scale: [Five pounds and seven taels, the baby was born safely, and fortunately, the baby's father was with him. Colleagues whispered, guessing that I would go crazy and make a fuss. But I calmly took the wedding candy and commented: [Congratulations, when are you getting married? The next moment, I was called to the dean's office, the door was closed, and my husband slapped me hard. I was expressionless as I caressed the wound on my lip and the child I had just lost in my lower abdomen. My husband handed me a piece of ice to apply on it as an apology. I didn't refuse, but he didn't know that I signed the divorce agreement that the intern proudly brought to me yesterday, and I sold the shares in the hospital to his archenemy. As for the video of his illegal operation, I also handed it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission.
