Eight Years Of Love, Eight Miscarriages

Eight years of love, I had eight miscarriages.

After the last time I came off the operating table, the doctor said I would never have children again.

Upon receiving this news, my fiancé left without looking back.

The next day, he married Vivienne.

In my moment of helplessness, my ex-fiancé's uncle Ezra suddenly appeared.

He took care of me until I recovered, then proposed to me.

"Autumn, I've waited over thirty years for you. Children aren't important to me. As long as it's you, that's all that matters. Will you marry me?"

The man before me was so considerate and steady. I blushed and accepted.

Six months after our wedding,

I overheard a conversation between Ezra and his childhood friend outside his club.

"Ezra, you've schemed for eight years, deliberately causing Autumn to miscarry eight times, leading to her current state, all to get Vivienne to marry into your family? Don't you think you've gone too far?"

"Autumn was just covering for you at the drinking table. How long has it been since she left the hospital? How could you be so heartless to such a good girl?!"

Ezra fiddled with his prayer beads and sighed deeply.

"There was no other way. Without this, Vivienne couldn't have entered the Winters family. As for Autumn, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her..."

I leaned against the wall, collapsing to the ground.

As it turned out, the one I thought would be my savior,

Was actually the devil who had ruined me...