My son caused me to fall and miscarry
When I woke up, Leo's grandmother Amelia Brown scolded me for bringing bad luck, while my husband Matthew Brown looked at me coldly.
He said, How could you be so careless? Now, we've lost our child. Who can you blame?
Leo hid behind Matthew without a trace of guilt.
He said, "Grandma said as long as the baby in your belly dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price's belly will be my sister."
I completely lost all hope, left behind a divorce agreement and a document severing the mother-son relationship, and left.
I no longer want such a husband and son.
*****
I just woke up, and Amelia's scolding was ringing in my ears.
She said, "Do you really think being pregnant makes you a queen? You do nothing at home all day. You deserve to fall."
I instinctively touched my belly.
My once swollen belly had become flat.
My tears fell silently.
Amelia was still blaming me, saying I slipped because I argued with her.
She said, "Chloe, you're just someone who brings us bad luck." Chloe Morgan is my name.
Matthew arrived late. He unhappily stopped the still nagging Amelia and said, "Enough. Since it already happened, stop talking about it."
I looked into his cold eyes and asked, "Do you also think it's my fault?"
Leo stood behind Matthew, holding his favorite toy car.
I clearly remember that I accidentally stepped on Leo's toy car while arguing with Amelia, which caused me to fall.
The intense pain made me pass out instantly.
The baby I had carried for five difficult months turned into a pool of blood and left me.
But the person who caused my miscarriage was still behind Matthew, secretly making faces at me.
Leo said, "Grandma said as long as your baby dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price's belly will be my sister."
I couldn't believe these were the words my own son said to me.
I was shaking with anger, pointing at Leo and asking Matthew, "Matthew, did you hear that? It was your son on purpose."
Matthew directly scolded me, "How could you be so careless? Now, our child is gone. And you blame it on my son? He's just a kid! How could he intentionally harm you?"
His accusations left me completely disappointed.
I thought Matthew would care about me a little. Turns out, I was overthinking.
At that moment, Matthew's phone rang. It was a special ringtone he had set for someone.
He answered the phone. Immediately, a soft female voice came through. "Matthew, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. Could you come and check on me?"
This is the person he can't forget, Mia Price.
Matthew didn’t hesitate at all and left me, who had just miscarried, behind.
Leo was also worried about Mia, so he went along.
Immediately, Amelia left angrily as well.
I suddenly felt so pathetic.
My husband and son could both abandon me for another woman.
I closed my eyes wearily, with only one thought in my mind.
I want a divorce.
Not long after, I saw Mia's social media post.
The photo showed a man's hands peeling shrimp.
His fingers were long and well-defined.
I instantly recognized these as Matthew's hands.
I've been married to him for 7 years, but he never did these things for me.
Matthew is a genius pianist, and he has always valued his hands greatly.
Our only trip was our honeymoon after we got married.
At that time, we brought two heavy suitcases. Since I had done my nails, it was inconvenient for me to carry them.
Matthew coldly said, "Chloe, my hands are for playing the piano, not for carrying luggage."
In the end, I had to carry the suitcases alone the whole time. My nails split in the middle, and it was very painful.
But Matthew didn’t feel sorry for me at all; instead, he blamed me for being too vain and insisting on getting my nails done.
But now, his hands can peel shrimp for Mia.
Turns out, it’s not that his hands are too noble, but that I’m not worthy enough for him to do these things.
I numbly flipped to the next picture. In the photo, Mia was feeding Leo a piece of carrot with a fork.
The caption read: [He’s such a good kid, not picky at all.]
Leo is actually very picky.
To balance his nutrition, I specifically added carrots to the meatballs to make it easier for him to eat.
But he threw a tantrum and scattered the meatballs all over the floor.
When Matthew came back from overtime, he clung to Matthew's leg, crying, "Mom's mean. I don't like carrots, but she made me eat them."
Amelia also criticized me for forcing Leo to eat something he doesn't like.
I couldn't argue back, and Matthew didn't say a word, giving me the cold shoulder for a week.
But now, Leo willingly eats the carrots fed by Mia.
He truly is Matthew's son; they even like the same woman.
I closed my phone in disappointment, feeling utterly cold inside.
I don't want a husband and son like this anymore.
The day I was discharged, no one came to pick me up.
My lower abdomen still hurts.
While hailing a cab at the hospital entrance, I got splashed with dirty water by a passing car.
As soon as I got home, I saw a harmonious scene.
Matthew was holding Mia, looking at her tenderly.
Leo sat on the other side of Mia, curiously touching her slightly rounded belly.
He asked, "Ms. Price, don't babies kick inside their mom's belly? Why didn't she kick me?"
Mia pinched Leo's cheek and said with a smile, "She's still tiny and can't kick yet. Leo, just wait a little longer."
The three of them looked like a happy family, while I, standing at the door, felt completely out of place.
Seeing me return, Leo said disdainfully, "Did you come back from the dump? Why are you so dirty and smelly?"
He exaggeratedly pinched his nose, while Mia covered her mouth, giggling.
Matthew frowned and asked, "How did you end up like this?"
I clenched my fingers tightly until my nails dug deep into my flesh, and the pain brought me back to my senses.
I looked at the man I had loved for nearly 10 years, with no emotion left in my eyes.
I said, "Matthew, let's get a divorce."
As if he thought he misheard, Matthew asked me, "What did you say?"
I firmly repeated, "I said, let's get a divorce. I'll make way for Mia so she and the baby won't suffer anymore."
A hint of mockery flashed in Matthew's eyes.
He sneered and said, "Chloe, since when did you learn these cheap tricks? Let me tell you, they don't work on me."
At this moment, Mia stood up, then walked over to me and grabbed my hand.
She gently persuaded me, "Chloe, don't misunderstand. I never thought of breaking you two apart. I have no relatives or friends in New York, and Matthew is the only one I know, so I asked him for help. If you don't like it, I won't ask him anymore."
I gently pulled my hand back, but Mia suddenly fell backward, as if I had pushed her.
Matthew immediately became furious.
He supported Mia and yelled at me, "Chloe, Mia is pregnant. How could you push her?"
Leo also ran up to me and punched me hard.
He said, "Bad mommy, you can't bully Ms. Price. Just because you lost your baby doesn't mean you can bully Ms. Price."
A 7-year-old child used all his strength to hit me. My already aching stomach hurt even more from his punches.
But this pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
I pushed Leo away and sneered, "Don't worry. No one will ever hurt your beloved woman again."
After saying that, I went straight upstairs.
Matthew and Leo only had Mia in their eyes and hearts, completely ignoring me.
In the 7 years of marriage, I almost only bought things for Matthew and Leo.
There are very few things in this house that belong to me.
I can pack all of them into a 28-inch suitcase.
I threw the signed divorce agreement and the letter severing mother-son ties on the bed.
Then, I took off the plain ring from my left ring finger and placed it on that pile of papers.
This plain ring is the only piece of jewelry Matthew bought me in our 7 years of marriage.
It was something he casually bought at the counter just to get through the wedding when we first got married.
But even such a simple ring, I cherished it for 7 years.
The moment I took off the ring, the last bit of attachment I had for Matthew was completely gone.
At this moment, my phone received a message.
It was Amelia who sent a photo in the family group chat of four hands playing the piano together.
On the black and white piano keys, the two pairs of hands both had couple rings on their left ring fingers.
This was a photo of Matthew and Mia at a concert while I was hospitalized.
After posting the photo, Amelia even praised: [Look at Matthew and Mia. They are just perfect for each other!]
Matthew's other family members also joined in the teasing.
I watched coldly, then sent a thumbs-up emoji in the group chat.
In an instant, the lively group chat fell silent.
Amelia even deleted all the previous messages she had sent.
I didn’t want to deal with them anymore, so I left the group chat.
When I came downstairs with my luggage, Matthew was staring at me coldly.
He said, "My mom just posted a photo. Did you really need to leave the group chat?"
Mia's eyes were red too, pretending to look pitiful.
She said, "Chloe, Matthew and I have always been piano partners. This time, I'm just a special guest for him. Don't be mad."
I let out a cold snort and walked out resolutely.
I said coldly, "Matthew, remember to sign the divorce papers."
At that moment, a "thud" sounded at my feet.
I looked down and saw a cracked ruby pendant.
I turned around and saw Leo's eyes cold and full of disgust.
I could hardly imagine this was the look my own child gave me.
Leo said, "It's best if you, this bad woman, leave and never come back. I don't want your trash anymore."
I gave a bitter smile, looking at the ruby pendant on the ground.
Back then, I had a difficult labor giving birth to Leo. As a result, Leo often fell ill as a child.
To bless him with safety and health, I went to the church locals said was most favored by the divine and went through great effort to buy this ruby pendant.
But now, Leo treats it like trash and throws it away.
I nodded and said, "Alright, I don't like you anymore either."
A son like this doesn't deserve my love.
Actually, I should never have expected anything from this marriage.
I always knew Matthew didn't love me.
My parents passed away early, and it was Matthew's grandfather, Lincoln Brown, who supported me, helping me finish college and become a teacher.
The first time I went to the Brown Villa, I fell in love with Matthew.
Lincoln didn’t care about family background, thought I was dependable, and often teased me and Matthew, saying he wanted me to marry Matthew.
But I always heard about Matthew and Mia's passionate love story.
They dated from high school to college. Both were skilled at piano and widely recognized as the perfect couple.
However, after Matthew's father passed away unexpectedly, Lincoln's health quickly declined.
Matthew needed to take over the family business, while Mia insisted on going abroad for her music dreams.
And just like that, they broke up.
Because of this, I, who often visited and cared for Lincoln, had the chance to get closer to Matthew.
Lincoln's dying wish was to see Matthew get married.
Matthew was forced to marry me. Later, we had Leo.
I don't understand music, so Matthew always found me vulgar.
As a result, even Leo looked down on me for not understanding art.
Later, Mia went through a failed marriage abroad and then returned to New York alone.
The legendary perfect couple reunited for a collaboration after many years.
Matthew's love for her reignited.
Leo is very much like him. The woman he likes, Leo likes too.
Leo mentioned Mia more than once in front of me, saying she was elegant and beautiful, unlike me—crude and ignorant.
Hearing my son say that, I was heartbroken.
But gradually, I got used to it and became numb to Matthew and Leo's preference for Mia.
I finally realized that my marriage to Matthew was a mistake from the start.
We might as well cut ties.
After leaving the Brown Villa, I lived in the school's faculty dormitory.
Matthew didn’t come looking for me, probably thinking I was still sulking.
I took out the Volunteer Teaching application form that the school had given to all teachers earlier.
Before, because I was pregnant with my second child, I had no intention of joining Volunteer Teaching.
But now, I resolutely submitted my application to Principal Owen Adams to participate in Volunteer Teaching in the mountains.
I came from the mountains, so I want to help the kids there step out of the mountains too.
Owen looked at me with concern. Seeing my determination, he eventually approved my application.
The day I left, the kids in my class were very reluctant to see me go.
Actually, apart from an unhappy marriage, I was very happy at school.
Owen highly valued my abilities, and my students admired me greatly.
Before, I trapped myself in an unhappy family.
The next day, I messaged Matthew to meet me at the Courthouse to handle the divorce paperwork.
But I waited until evening, and he never showed up.
It was only then that I saw his performance with Mia had made the news again.
Everyone was praising them as the perfect duo.
Even Leo showed an admiring look toward Mia during the interview.
He said, "Ms. Price is really beautiful. She and Dad are a perfect match."
So, I said goodbye to my colleagues and students, then boarded the bus heading to the mountains.
After a few days of bumpy travel, I arrived in the mountains for Volunteer Teaching.
The children here are poor but very simple and sincere.
To welcome us teachers, they even specially prepared roasted potatoes.
The conditions in the mountains are tough. After just a few days, I was bitten by insects and experienced vomiting and diarrhea due to not adapting well to the environment.
However, with the help of the students and local villagers, I gradually got used to life in the mountains.
But on my fifth day in the mountains, an earthquake struck the area.
I shielded the students as they fled and sought shelter, but my path was blocked by falling slabs, leaving me trapped in the rubble.
At this moment, Mia had just finished playing a piece and was gracefully taking a bow on stage.
Matthew in the audience led the applause, his eyes full of admiration.
After Mia stepped off the stage, she took Matthew's arm, and they faced the interview together.
Mid-interview, Matthew's phone kept vibrating.
The phone showed it was Chloe calling.
Mia frowned slightly but then softly said, "Matthew, why don't you take the call? She might have something urgent."
Matthew hung up the phone in disgust.
He said, "She just wants to make peace. What could she possibly want?"
It wasn't until the tenth ring that he impatiently answered.
A stranger's voice came from the other end. "Hello, are you Ms. Morgan's husband, Mr. Brown? A 6.1 magnitude earthquake struck Humboldt County, and the area where Ms. Morgan is located was hit the hardest."
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