My Husband’s Junior Colleague Killed Our Baby For Their Affair, I Left Them Misery

Three months into my pregnancy, I had an intense craving for blueberries.

I texted Ludwig, who worked at the hospital, asking him to grab some on his way home from his shift.

It was eleven at night when Ludwig finally walked through the door.

His hands were completely empty.

He saw the look on my face, realized his mistake, and gave me a guilt-ridden apology.

"I'm so sorry, Suzy. I was in surgery all day and completely forgot about the blueberries."

"I'll buy them for you first thing tomorrow, okay? Please don't be mad."

I didn't think too much of it. Instead, I tried to comfort him.