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I didn’t dare to keep reading. The days when John wasn’t by my side, he was with his sister–in–law, Yurie.
The span of time felt endless. I didn’t know when the tears had started falling, but they dripped onto the screen of my phone as I scrolled through picture after picture of Yurie–photos he had taken in secret. And yet, aside from the wedding photo he used as a screensaver, I was nowhere to be found in his phone.
So this was love. To love someone was to want to capture every expression, to commit them to memory. My heart plummeted, shattering into irreparable pieces.
I couldn’t let myself stay here any longer. Not like this.
Ignoring the pain coursing through my body, I forced myself to grab my phone. With trembling fingers, I booked a ticket out of here. Then, I contacted an old lawyer friend, asking her to prepare the divorce papers.
Exhausted, I lay back down. At some point, John stirred, rolling over and pulling me into his arms. And just like
that, we remained through the night. I never closed my eyes again.
When the first light of dawn filtered through the window, I wiped my cheeks, only to find the remnants of dri tears. John woke, his sleepy gaze settling on me. “Rachel, did you not sleep well?”
I turned my head away, unwilling to answer. He sat up quickly, adjusting the blanket around me. “Did the pain keep you up? I’m sorry. I should’ve taken better care of you.”
There was guilt written all over his face. Gently, he brushed my hair back and wiped my face.
“Rachel, the doctor said you can be discharged today. Let’s go to my parents‘ house for dinner tonight.”
His voice was gentle, but there was no room for refusal. Even though I remained silent, John didn’t force me to respond. Instead, he hovered around me attentively, draping his jacket over my shoulders.
“Don’t catch a cold.”
He took my hand and led me forward but my mind was elsewhere. His schedule remainder
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My husband Force Me Seven Times Abortions for My Sister–in–Law
“Don’t catch a cold.”
He took my hand and led me forward, but my mind was elsewhere. His schedule reminder echoed in my thoughts. Today was Yurie’s birthday. Wasn’t he going to see her?
Back home, the house was filled with warmth and laughter.
Yurie was already sitting on the sofa with her son–a cherubic three–year–old with rosy cheeks and bright eyes. For a brief moment, I felt lost in thought. If I had never miscarried, would my child be this old now?
Yurie waved me over. “Rachel, come here. The little one says he misses his aunt and uncle.”
The small boy toddled over, wrapping his arms around my legs. His voice was soft and sweet. “Auntie, are you
here for Mommy’s birthday too?”
My heart clenched, but before I could respond, John gently pulled the child away. “Auntie just got back from the
hospital. Don’t tease her, okay? Be a good boy.”
At that moment, my mother–in–law emerged from the kitchen. The smile she wore upon seeing everyone else
disappeared the moment her gaze landed on me.
“You’re back,” she said curtly.
I stood frozen, unable to find my voice.
She scowled. “Why are you just standing there? Running in and out of hospitals all the time. If I had known your
health was this weak, I never would’ve agreed to let you marry John!”
“Five years of marriage and still nothing!” Her sharp words cut through me like a knife.
Instinctively, my hand drifted to my abdomen, a hollow emptiness settling inside me. Was this truly my fault? Had
I failed to give them what they wanted?
Once upon a time, my mother–in–law had despised Yurie, blaming her for her son’s death. At first, she refused to
acknowledge her, refused to let her son inherit anything. But John and I had never had a child.
Over time, their relationship had softened, even mended. She cast me one last glare before storming back into
the kitchen, muttering curses under her breath. John had orchestrated everything.
Every miscarriage. Every lost child. All so that the Smith Family would have only one grandchild. Only one heir.
He gently patted my back and softly said, “It’s okay, Rachel. We’re just having a meal. We’ll go back later. I’ve let you suffer.”
Yurie coldly interjected, “Mom, don’t be angry. As long as John and Rachel love each other, isn’t that enough?”
The naked eye could detect some panic on John’s face. He looked toward her as if he was trying to explain something.
“Broomstar, it’s all because of you that John doesn’t have a child of his own.”
I smiled bitterly. We had been family for five years, yet here I was, always an outsider.
During the meal, the family was cheerful, all wishing Yurie a happy birthday. I lowered my eyes, refusing to look at them. Then, I felt all their gazes fall on me. My mother–in–law was disgruntled. “Today is your sister–in–law’s birthday. Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Why don’t you give her a toast?”
