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On the day my spouse was supposed to accompany me for a prenatal check-up, he received a call from an old romantic interest. A simple "I miss you" was all it took for him to abandon me on the sidewalk without hesitation. I anticipated an emotional outburst, expecting to shout and berate him, but instead, I remained composed. I silently scheduled an abortion for the following day. However, upon discovering this, my husband became distraught, practically pushing his 'darling' away and pleading tearfully for my forgiveness. This particular day, Kris Blanchard, my husband, was meant to escort me to the

Betrayed Before Birth, A Wife's Silent Revenge

The next day, I woke up feeling unexpectedly buoyant, as if a burden had been removed from my chest. Cheerfully humming, I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast—a basic yet satisfying meal that seemed more delicious than anything I'd eaten in a long time. It felt like I could finally relax.


After finishing my meal and getting ready to start my day, I noticed something odd: Kris hadn't signed the divorce papers. The document, which had been neatly laid out the previous evening, was now torn to pieces, strewn across the living room floor. He must have shredded it in anger.


So be it. If he wanted to be difficult, we'd take the challenging route. I'd file for a contested divorce instead. It would be more time-consuming and demanding, but it was just a matter of legal procedures now.


Chapter 6