My Ex-Husband Bleeds For Me, But I’m Already Gone

Four years into our marriage, my husband’s mistress deliberately pushed me off the balcony.

I begged her to save my baby.

Instead, she buried her face in my husband’s chest, sobbing like a terrified victim.

And my husband held her, whispering gentle words of comfort.

Neither of them spared a glance for me, lying in a pool of my own blood on the cold ground, slipping in and out of consciousness.

That day, I lost my child. And I lost the man who, it turned out, had never loved me at all.

Years later, I held another man’s arm, smiling radiant as I announced my remarriage to the world.