The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 11

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in that familiar hospital room.

The doctor told me my condition had become critical.

The loss of my parents, combined with the miscarriage,

meant that if I didn't get treatment immediately, I might not even last a month.

Caleb was stunned.

In just two days, he had lost so much weight, it seemed like he'd dropped fifty pounds.

With red eyes, he asked, "Miscarriage?"

The doctor paused for a moment before responding:

"Yes, the tests show that Mrs. Madison had a miscarriage."

"The embryo was about three months old."

Caleb abruptly turned to face me, like something just clicked.

This child was an accident.

He hadn't been close to me for a long time.

Ever since his "dream girl" showed up, he'd been disgusted by me.

He didn't want me pregnant with his child.

But that night, he got drunk.

It was the kind of tenderness I hadn't seen in ages, making me think he was changing his mind.

But in our intimacy, as he held my face, he called out Sophia's name.

He had just mistaken me for her.

Or maybe he didn't mistake me at all; maybe his deep desire confused his drunken mind, mixing dream and reality.

I still remember that morning, the look on his face when he realized it was me.

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