Hidden Truth Behind My Miscarriage

After losing my baby, I fulfilled our contract and asked Emmett for a divorce.

I had failed to give him a child, breaking my end of the deal.

But he fell to his knees in front of me, begging in a hoarse voice.

"I stopped caring about that contract a long time ago. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

It wasn't until Emmett got drunk and spilled the truth that I realized he just wanted to get rid of me.

He was the one who slipped those pills into my drink to end my pregnancy.

Later, I erase