Hearing Harry belittle me like this completely shattered my view of the world.
I thought the love and companionship over the past seven years would be enough for him to love me, but in the end, it was all for nothing.
“Harry, you’re the person that I love the most, and this is how you treat me? In the end, who do you think you are hurting? Don’t you know that slandering a woman can make her unable to survive? Do you want me dead?”
Harry looked at me coldly, not expecting my sudden return.
He stood up and walked step by step toward me.
“If you can’t help Emily gain popularity, then you are the biggest sinner. Hailey, I gave you a chance to back down, but you just wouldn’t listen!”
I thought I had completely given up on him.
But hearing those words made my heart ache uncontrollably.
When Emily saw us about to argue, she hurried over to stop us.
But by doing so, she only deepened the conflict.
When Emily stood beside me, her tone was full of arrogance.
“As long as I make a slight gesture, your beloved husband will become mine. As for you, Hailey. You’ll always be a loser!”
Seeing how arrogant Emily was, I slapped her in the face.
When Harry saw his first love being hit, he quickly pulled her into his arms to comfort her.
After he finished comforting Emily, he walked up to me.
“I gave you a chance. You were not only stubborn, but also likes to pretend to be pitiful as well. Let’s give each other some room. You disappoint me.”
Listening to Harry’s words, my lips curved into a sneer.
It seemed that he still thought my miscarriage was a fake. After being married for seven years, he still didn’t trust me.
I took out a medical report from my pocket and passed it to him.
“The child in my womb is now gone because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”
