When She Ruined My Marriage

One day, my husband's assistant called me. She said my husband had drowned while fishing and asked me to get there immediately.

In my panic and hurried state, I tripped over some fishing bait, fell down and fainted. 

When I regained consciousness, my baby had gone. The doctor told me that he could not find the gestational sac anywhere and suggested I go back to the place where I fell to look for it.

Despite my grief, I force myself to the fishing spot only to see my husband's assistant acting coquettishly in my husband's arms.

"Mr. Hanson, Tanya Sayers did not come in the end and make you lose a dare! If you get a fish, you have to give it to me." She giggled.

My husband smiled indulgently. "Alright, it's all yours. Just as long as this beautiful mermaid belongs to me."

With tears streaming down my face, I rushed up to him and then comforted him, "Didn't you drown?"

However, he turned, looked at me with a cold expression and scolded, "What is wrong with you? You are scaring all the fish away!"

I was so disappointed with him that I demanded a divorce on the spot.

His assistant, Becca Summers, gazed at me with an apologetic look, then said, "Tanya, please don’t be mad. I went to your house to get more bait and meant to tell you it was just a game, but you weren't there..."

Hearing her, I froze and stared at the pot of bait as the doctor's words echoed in my ears.                                                                                                                                                          

Before I could do anything, Frank Hansen started sorting through the bait, put it on the hook and cast his line. "I really don't mind if you want us to divorce. However, you have to give birth and have a baby first for me and then you can be free."

When I saw what he was about to do, I screamed to stop him from casting the line, "Frank! Do you know what you are doing?"

I tried to get the bait, but failed and ended up falling into the pond. Frank's employee immediately saved me and took me to the hospital.

However, Frank did not even blink his eyes when he saw this. Believe it or not, he did not visit me at all while I was recuperating in the hospital.

After two days, I was discharged. So, I returned to our house to pack up my things.  However, when I saw all the memories of us littered all over the house, I felt like my heart was being stabbed by daggers.

I realized that I had wasted five years of my youth for nothing.

When I walked into the nursery, as I looked into the clothes that I had prepared lovingly for my baby, my eyes filled with tears.

Right at that moment, Frank finally came home. The man looked exhausted as if all of his energy had been drained. He tossed his fishing gear on the floor and as usual ordered me, "Make sure to clean it properly. I need to use it tomorrow."

In the past, I would have done that without protesting. I believed it was better for him to go fishing than for him to spend nights out drinking and socializing. However, today, I did not care at all. I kept packing my things silently as I treated him like he was invisible.

When he did not see me obeying his demand, he finally looked at me. He got annoyed when he saw all the packed suitcases and my tear-streak face.

"Tanya, why are you making such a big deal of this? You just made a trip for nothing then, so what? Is it really enough reason to run away?"

I stopped what I was doing and glared at him. "A big deal, you said? I'm pregnant! Have you ever considered my feelings or the baby's safety?" I was so angry that I had to squeeze out every word through clenched teeth.

Did that damn man think I'm overreacting? Didn't he realize our baby had gone? And that bitch, Becca, had used our baby as fishing baits! What a jerk!

When he heard this, Frank hesitated for a while and with a softer tone, he tried to coax me, "Alright, alright. Calm down. It's bad for the baby if you get upset."

He forcefully hugged me. His hand gently rubbed my belly, as if this act could fix everything.

However, this only made my heart ache even more and I broke free from his arms. 

He looked displeased with my action but tried to hide his irritation. He pulled a piece of clothing from his bag and handed it to me. "I went too far with my joke, okay? Look, I got this for the baby. Don't be mad, alright?"

The moment my gaze fell onto the clothes, I felt I was struck by lightning. Those clothes were clearly for a dog! 

When I came to the company to look for Frank, I saw Becca holding an express delivery package from the same brand in her hand. I also knew she had a poodle as a pet.

It seemed Becca did not have any use for the clothes that she bought anymore and now they were presented to me for my baby by Frank!

Unable to hold back the overwhelming sadness anymore, tears burst from my eyes and I blurted out, "Frank, let's have a divorce!"

He immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "Tanya! How could you be so petty like this? Do you want a divorce over something so trivial? It’s not going to happen! My child must be born into a complete family."

Then he stormed into the bathroom and he opened his clothes. He did not realize that there were clear kiss marks on his shirt.

Before long, I could hear the sound of water running, However, the sound could not cover the sound of my heart breaking into pieces.

I closed my suitcase, took the divorce agreements and signed them. 

Then, I picked up my suitcases and left the house of betrayal without looking back.