After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

She was 36 but still had no right to give birth. Even if the baby was born, it would be a bastard, a jinx.

She had never had a family. She wouldn't let her child suffer the same. Tears fell down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

She felt sorry for the baby. She failed to protect it.

She only knew what sorrow felt like when she lost her child.

She wished she were living in a novel where she could just give up everything and go abroad, and raise the child by herself.

But the reality was cruel. Clark wouldn't let go of her!

She took a deep breath, feeling hopeless.

At this time, she heard some footsteps.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person that was coming Clark? Why did he look so angry?

Of course, he would be angry after knowing that she was pregnant. "I..." She wanted to say something but was interrupted rudely. "Winter, how dare you! Who gave you the galls to hide it from me? Are you happy now that the child is gone?"

"Why did you wear high heels when you know you're pregnant? Why didn't you protect yourself? Why did you give the bitch Sarai a chance to hurt you?"

The man's rough voice echoed over the ward.

His face which was more beautiful than women was full of anger now. Winter looked at him in shock, incredulous.

Was she wrong? Why did she seem to see a trace of regret and distress in his eyes?

The doctor who followed quickly gave Winter a new examination, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

"Nope."

to have anemia. You are not a young

doctor rushed out of the ward as if fleeing

by Clark, who actually yelled at a patient!

exhausted for a moment. He looked at the haggard woman on the hospital bed for a long time before saying, "I'll ask the maid to come and take

I was pregnant, would you keep the child?" Winter looked

head, and looked at her deeply, “If you don't ask, how will you know if

He then turned away.

deep under the thin covers. Her long-suppressed tears

She lost her child.

Franklin looked at Sylvia, pressing his lips together. Sylvia was

Her eyes were clear. Her nose was pointing. She looked innocent and

yet very mean. She was never

an unfathomable

who was eating, looked up and met Franklin's

he looking at

looked like her as if she was prey that he was going to swallow at any

eyes dark. "Darling,

breath. It was charming. Sylvia had just stuffed a shrimp into her mouth when Franklin bent to kiss

man held her small tender face with his big palm. His strong masculine aura made her heart beat faster. Her brain seemed to lack

How could he be so cheeky?

embarrassed and at the same time kind of

could be cured, she could die at any moment. She didn't want any regret. During that time,

She stuffed a piece of chicken into her mouth and the next

looked at the man's sexy

and said in a masterful tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, since you're hungry, I will feed you

him with her pale

stopped breathing for a second, his dark eyes deeper. Did she really take the initiative

the back of her head and kissed her deeply, fiercely,

the first time, Sylvia responded to him so

might be dying

would have no