To make me miscarry, my 7-year-old son Leo Brown deliberately made me step on a toy car and fall.
When I woke up, Leo's grandmother Amelia Brown scolded me for bringing bad luck, while my husband Matthew Brown looked at me coldly.
He said, "How could you be so careless? Now, we've lost our child. Who can you blame?"
Leo hid behind Matthew without a trace of guilt.
He said, "Grandma said as long as the baby in your belly dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price's belly will be my sister."
I completely lost all hope, left behind a divorce agreement and a document severing the mother-son relationship, and left.
I no longer want such a husband and son.
