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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...

Eight Years Of Love, Eight Miscarriages

He descended from the top floor of the hospital, his soul shattered and spirits crushed.


For a moment, it felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped away.


Once upon a time, Autumn's calls would flood his phone, seemingly endless.


But now, the sudden silence made him feel uneasy.


He couldn't believe Autumn had left him just like that.


About fifteen minutes later, a sharp ringtone jolted him from his thoughts.


With trembling hands, he fished the phone out of his bag.


He desperately hoped it would be Autumn calling.


Vivienne on the other end of the line seemed a bit upset.


"Ezra, you were gone when I woke up this morning. You usually wake me up, what happened today? Don't you care about me anymore?"


There was a time when Ezra adored Vivienne's coquettish behavior.


He loved her sweet, sugary voice the most.


Hearing it would make his blood rush, no matter where he was.


Chapter 6