The Five Specimens Of My Husband

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Seven years we were married, a secret to everyone.

In that time, I lost five babies.

Miscarriages, every single one.

Mark, my husband, was always so concerned.

He got me a top-tier nutritionist, paid a fortune to get my diet just right.

"We'll have a healthy baby, I promise," he'd say, all gentle and supportive.

I was over the moon when I found out I was pregnant again.

I rushed to Mark's office, eager to share the news.

But then I overheard him talking with his best friend, Danny, in