After Three Years, I’m Choosing Divorce

On the day the gynecologist confirmed that I was pregnant, my husband, Austin Jones, pushed me into the operating room to donate blood to save his first love.

Feeling frail after the blood transfusion, I almost fainted in front of Austin. However, he pushed me away and went to take care of his first love.

Furthermore, he hung up on all my phone calls and stayed with his first love all night on the day I miscarried.

Time after time, I was met with disappointment. When I finally decided that I had enough of his mistreatment and no longer wanted to love him, he panicked and begged me to give him another chance.

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As I grasped the medical report tightly, I sat on the hospital bench with mixed feelings regarding the news of my pregnancy.

I had clicked on Austin's phone number several times, but I didn't dare to call him. I didn't know if Austin would think I had ulterior motives and pressure me to abort the baby if I told him about my pregnancy.

Just as I looked up at the gynecology department not far away and was hesitating whether to take the initiative to abort the baby, my phone suddenly rang.

After staring at Austin's name on the screen, I anxiously answered the phone. "Hi, Austin."

"Where are you?"

Upon hearing his question, I clutched my phone and pursed my lips. Even though I wanted to lie to him, I was too cowardly to do it. "I'm at the hospital."

"Kregate General Hospital?"

"Yes."

"Great. I want you to come to the second floor of the emergency department building now. I'll wait for you at the stairway on the second floor." Austin sounded anxious, and he hung up the phone after giving me instructions.

I lowered my eyes and glanced at the medical report in my hand. Then, I carefully folded it up, put it in my bag, and ran toward the emergency department building on high heels.

Once I arrived, I went up to the second floor. Sure enough, Austin stood at the stairway waiting for me.

Truth be told, this seemed to be his first time being so punctual.

In the past, he would always run extremely late when he said he would wait for me at a certain place. I recalled the longest he kept me waiting was during our movie date. As a matter of fact, he didn't show up even after the movie ended.

Thus, I plucked up my courage to call him and ask him about his whereabouts. Yet, he told me he was outside drinking with his friends and forgot he had a movie date with me.

Since he always stood me up, I was surprised that he actually kept his promise for once.

When he saw me, he immediately grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the emergency room without saying a word.

He was very tall and walking at an urgent pace, so I couldn't keep up