After Three Miscarriages, I Met Mr. Right

The smell of disinfectant pierced my nostrils, carrying the hospital's characteristic chill. I lay on the hospital bed, waves of hollow pain rolling from my lower abdomen, as if something precious had been cruelly torn away, leaving my heart equally empty. This was the third time. Three children I couldn't keep, three times falling from hope into despair, nearly crushing me completely. "Ms. Bella Lynn, has your family arrived?" The nurse gently pushed open the hospital ward door, her footsteps soft and careful. I shook my head, my eyes brimming with tears: "He's busy." Bruce Green, my husband. We've been married for five years. In these five years, he always said company matters were complicated, leaving him little time for me. But I never complained; I thought he was working hard for our little family. The hospital ward door was suddenly thrown open with a loud bang. A woman in a vivid red dress stormed in, her makeup immaculate, nails painted the same bright color, but her eyes cut like poisoned needles. "You must be Bella Lynn?" She stood over the hospital bed, looking down at me with pure disdain in her voice. I propped up my fragile body and asked, "Who are you? Why have you barged into my hospital ward?" "My name is Melody Scott." She pulled out her mobile phone and held it up in front of me. "You know Bruce Green, right? We've been together for thirteen years." On the phone screen was a photo of them by the seaside. Bruce had his arm around her shoulder, smiling warmly and brightly—a look I had never seen before. The background was the seaside I had pleaded to visit countless times, only for him to brush me off with 'I'm busy.' My heart clenched, pain tightening so fiercely I couldn't catch my breath. "What nonsense are you talking about? He's my husband!" "Husband?" Melody sneered, "He's just something I got tired of, something I'm temporarily handing over to you." She leaned in close, "Every Wedding Anniversary, Valentine's Day, even your birthday—he's always been by my side." The jewelry and handbags you get are all things I discarded." The nurse quickly grabbed her, "Ma'am, please step outside." Melody was dragged outside but glanced back with a smile, "Bella Lynn, you've always been just a stand-in." When Bruce Green arrived, I was still in the same position, my eyes hollowly fixed on the ceiling. "Bella, how are you feeling?" He hurriedly sat down and reached for my hand. I instinctively pulled away, my voice trembling: "A woman named Melody Scott came by just now." Bruce Green's eyes flashed with a trace of panic before hardening into anger: "Don't listen to her nonsense. She's from the partner side, deliberately stirring trouble because our project talks fell through." His explanation was flawless, but the doubts inside me grew wild like untamed weeds. The sunshine was bright the day I was discharged, but it couldn't warm my frozen heart. Back home, I used the excuse of looking for some documents to enter Bruce Green's study. His safe was hidden in the corner. I tried entering our wedding anniversary; the door clicked open. Inside, there were no documents—only a thick stack of photographs. Faded campus group photos, embraces at work, snapshots from trips at home and abroad—spanning exactly thirteen years. Beneath the photos lay a letter in Bruce Green's handwriting: "Melody, once I've settled everything, I'll marry you. Bella Lynn was merely a tool for an arranged marriage. The Lynn Family's influence will help me find my footing. After I succeed, I'll divorce her." I couldn't read any further; tears fell onto the letter. Bruce Green pushed the door open, his face instantly turning pale. "Bella, please, hear me out!" "Explain your thirteen years with Melody Scott? Or explain that I was just a tool to you?" I looked up, tears pouring uncontrollably. "That's all in the past!" He avoided my eyes. "I love you now. Can't we just try to live well together?" I looked into his evasive eyes, and the last warmth in my heart evaporated. This marriage, woven with lies, had long since fallen apart.