My Cheating Ex husband Stay Away From Me – The very day I lost my baby and nearly lost my womb, my husband was in another woman’s hospital room down the hall, attending to her allergic reaction.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Frost. There was nothing we could do. You’re fortunate you arrived in time—any longer and you would have lost your womb,” the doctor’s words reverberated in my mind.
The day began like any other. Thaddeus rose from bed and dressed for work—a rare occurrence for him in the past two weeks, as he spent those nights away on his business trip to Everstead. He had returned just last night, and I had delighted in preparing his favorite meal. After a customary goodbye, he left.
A few hours later, his voice cut through the airwaves. Urgent, demanding seafood to be brought to his office. I was puzzled—Thaddeus never cared for seafood—but before I could ask, the call ended abruptly.
In my role as the dutiful wife, I went to the market, bought ingredients, and proceeded with the cooking. No sooner had I finished than I was on the road toward his office when, unexpectedly, a blizzard struck—chaos erupted on the streets.
My car was among those ensnared in the melee, teetering on the edge of a cliff. It had flipped over several times before reaching this precarious perch. My whole body screamed with pain, bruised and battered, my abdomen aflame with agony as I cried out for help.
In desperation, I reached for my phone, finding missed calls and messages from Thaddeus. I dialed his number, but his icy voice cut through the line.