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Amber's POV

My eyes opened and looked at the ceiling. I still feel weak and helpless. The shock of losing my baby began to consume me. I opened the blanket and looked at my stomach, I touched it slowly. My tears broke into silence.

Can't believe everything that happened, I feel very guilty and regret everything. Why is all this happening to me? Why does my life have to suffer like this? As if I was born to suffer.

Having a husband who never loved me at all. Who only uses me for his interests. A friend who even stabbed me in the back. Is my life really meaningless?

Have they never been sincere to me at all? Must they do evil like this?

I cried bitterly at the loss of my baby. The only hope in my life. Hope that makes me feel happy. Even though it's only a small happiness, I feel alive.

A servant came when he heard the sound of my crying. The waiter brought a tray containing a glass of milk and warm porridge. I can still see the smoke above the porridge that had ju