After My Husband Forced Me To Abort the Dead Fetus

During the last prenatal examination, the doctor informed me that the fetus was not developing well and had died in the womb.

I needed to have an abortion as soon as possible.

I calmly tore up the diagnosis and insisted on being discharged.

But my attending doctor became anxious and repeatedly informed me of the dangers of a stillborn fetus to pregnant women.

And he informed my husband, Samuel, about the situation.

He urged him to force me to have an abortion and be hospitalized.

But I was not in a hurry at all. I found a private confinement center and moved in, cutting off all external contact.

In my previous life, the doctor informed me that my child had congenital malformations and died in the womb.

I needed to have an abortion as soon as possible.

So I let my husband, who is an obstetrician and gynecologist, and my attending doctor perform a cesarean section for me.

After the surgery, I learned that my child was developing normally.

But my husband buried him in his first love's backyard to ward off evil.

And because of the unqualified surgical process.

My uterus and incision got infected.

I died in the hospital.

In order to seek justice for me, my parents were labeled as troublemakers by my attending doctor and husband.

They were ultimately bullied to death by netizens.

When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day of the prenatal examination.

The prenatal examination report in my hand suddenly fell to the ground.

and I hadn't recovered from the pain of the cesarean section infection yet.

I was feeling suddenly heavy.

I realized that I was reborn back to the last prenatal examination.

My considerate husband picked up the prenatal examination report from the ground and supported my heavy body with concern.

Comforting me, he said, "Honey, don't be sad. This means that our child's fate with us has not arrived yet."

"We will have another chance in the future. Your health is more important now."

My husband's eyes were bloodshot, looking like a good man.

Looking at him, if it weren't for the rebirth.

I really wouldn't have known that the man I loved for ten years, Samuel, was such a heartless and despicable person.

In my previous life, the attending physician told me that the child was stillborn.

An emergency abortion was needed.

As a husband who is an obstetrician, Samuel proposed to perform a cesarean section surgery on me personally.

After eight years of marriage, I trusted my husband unconditionally and had full confidence in the attending physician who had been taking care of my prenatal check-ups.

But unexpectedly, my husband and attending physician deliberately misdiagnosed me.

My child hadn't even taken a look at this world yet, which caused me great concern.

He was killed by his own biological father.

And for my husband.

He accidentally left a piece of gauze for stopping bleeding in my uterus.

Causing my uterus to become infected and rotten due to the surgery.

Finally, it was necessary to remove the uterus.

In the face of my questioning, Samuel slandered me, saying that it was because of my promiscuous personal life.

All the serious consequences were caused by him.

But he was blaming me for all the problems.

He also pre-fabricated chat records and synthesized videos of me seducing men and spreading them online in advance.

I was pointed at by thousands of people and despised.

even though I made every effort to prove my innocence, no one believed me.

In the end, I was left alone in the hospital to fend for myself.

The wound festered and maggots grew, and eventually I got infected and died.

And because my parents caused a scene in the hospital to seek justice for me.

My husband invited reporters to say that my parents were unreasonably causing trouble in the hospital,

and their company went bankrupt due to this incident.

And my parents also died because of online bullying.

In this life, I would never repeat the same mistakes.

I would make those who killed me pay the price.