My Boyfriend Called Me a Whore, So I Removed My Womb

The day before military training began, I quietly took a leave of absence. I went to the hospital to apply for a hysterectomy.

In my previous life, my roommate shamelessly fooled around with Black foreign students, never once using protection.

Yet no matter how reckless she was, she never got pregnant. I, on the other hand, did eighteen times in just half a year.

After countless miscarriages, my body could no longer take it. I was forced to carry the last one to term.

When my parents saw the dark-skinned baby, they hurled me out of the house.

“We don’t have such a disgraceful daughter!”