The Love from The Past that Ruined Our future

On New Year's Eve, my fiancé left me, who had a miscarriage in a car accident. He was chosen to accompany his young assistant to go abroad. She wanted to see the aurora borealis.

In response to my request for help, he only coldly said, “You must agree to withdraw from the marriage if you want to live.”

In the end, it was my childhood sweetheart, Orlando Humphrey. He was a doctor, who rushed to the surgery room and operated on my behalf with his career guarantee, which saved my life. But my child did not survive.