Chapter 1

My husband cooked for me every day, yet caused me to miscarry again and again.

He prepared meals in various ways, all to test which foods were harmful to pregnant women.

After getting the results, he warned his childhood sweetheart, "You must never eat these."

It turned out he was only using me as a test subject.

With just one sentence, I made him regret for the rest of his life.

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"Darling, you're pregnant, so you should eat a little more."

Liar kept putting food into my bowl, "Eat more, it's good for your health."

I looked up and smiled at him, "You're so good to me."

After many years of marriage, I finally got pregnant.

Liar had me quit my job to stay at home and take care of the baby.

Every day when he came back from work, he would even sweep the floor and cook for me.

In my heart, he was the most thoughtful man in the whole world.

Thinking about this, I enjoyed my meal even more.

For every dinner, Liar would prepare no less than four dishes, each one perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

But after that dinner, I suddenly experienced severe abdominal pain.

"Honey, I... I don't feel well in my stomach..."

I called out weakly to Liar, who had his back turned to me while playing on his phone, "Quick... take me to the hospital..."

After saying this, Liar still showed no reaction, smoking and giggling "hehe" at his phone.

Mustering all my strength, I walked behind Liar and tapped his shoulder, "Honey..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a wave of dizziness and fell straight to the floor.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, I was already lying on a hospital bed.I was startled internally and immediately looked down at my belly.

"Thank goodness, the baby's still there," I silently reassured myself. "My health is usually so good, why would I suddenly feel unwell..."

I glanced around, seeing only stark white curtains surrounding me, with no sign of Liar.

Knowing it wasn't appropriate to make noise in the hospital, I reached for my phone on the bedside table, intending to call Liar and ask where he was.

Just as my hand touched the phone, I heard a male voice from beyond the curtain.

"Don't you know pregnant women can't drink chamomile tea? It can cause miscarriage!"

The doctor spoke in a hushed but very serious tone.

"I... I didn't know beforehand. I thought it was okay," Liar's voice then appeared. "Is it really that serious?"

The doctor repeated emphatically, "Are you questioning me? Chamomile tea promotes blood circulation. Your darling nearly miscarried! Be more careful next time!"

The doctor sighed, shoving the test results into Liar's hands.

After the doctor left, Liar didn't immediately pull back the curtain to check on me. Instead, he stood silently outside.

"Maybe he's feeling guilty...I caressed my belly while staring blankly in Liar's direction. "Sweetheart, daddy didn't mean it either. Let's not blame him, okay?"

Right after, I heard the sound of fingers tapping on a phone screen.

About five minutes passed before Liar appeared in front of me.

"You're awake! Why didn't you tell me?" Liar exclaimed, seeing my weak state. He immediately grabbed the water beside me and handed it over. "You've been through so much..."

I didn't ask again about the reason for my hospitalization. I didn't want Liar to feel guilty.

After all, he didn't want this to happen either.

Liar supported me all the way back to our cozy little home.

All these years, I've never blamed him for anything.