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One late night three months ago.

Despite my objections, pregnant Wanda Smith rushed out as soon as she received Lucas' call, and did not return home drunk until the next morning.

Not long after she came back, she started crying and shouting that her stomach hurt.

To this end, I ran through several red lights and rushed her to the hospital emergency room as quickly as possible.

After coming out of the emergency room, she stammered and told me that it was nothing serious, just a stomach upset.

It was not until a month ago, when I was happily preparing my daughter's room, that I learned from others that Wanda Smith had suffered a miscarriage.

The funniest thing is that when I found out the child was gone, I actually covered my face and cried, breathing a sigh of relief.

I think it's time to end it.

In the living room, Wanda Smith had her back to me, her chest rising and falling, her long nails trembling as they pierced into her palms.

She didn't question me why I didn't have a big fight with her immediately after I found out the truth.

She knew very well how many times I had called her late that night.

Unfortunately, no one answered the call.

"It would be better if my daughter died. With a useless father like you, I would rather she had never been born."

Wanda Smith walked to the bedroom and closed the door skillfully.

Eight years of marriage, countless quarrels and arguments.

I am always the one who initiates reconciliation.

However, this time, Wanda Smith never heard my humble knock on the door.

Half an hour later, the woman opened the door and searched the entire house, but couldn't find me.

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I am Wanda Smith ’s first love.

No one could have imagined that a rich girl with excellent character and academic performance and a cool appearance,

You will fall in love with a non-mainstream gangster who smokes and dances all day.

My first encounter with her was not a good one. In a smoky and smelly alley, a good female student was asked for money by a gang of young men.

I happened to be passing by and someone spat at me provocatively.

So I rode my bike into the crowd, and while teaching the hooligan a lesson, I accidentally helped this introverted rich girl resolve a life crisis.

Since then, Wanda Smith has been a sticky thing for me.

She waited for me to get out of school and followed me and I couldn't get rid of her.

She gave me a very expensive love lunch box, which I gave to a beggar on the street.

My brothers teased me for having a rich and infatuated female dog.

Anyone can see that she and I are not from the same world.

But it was such a stupid girl. When I was beaten by my alcoholic father to the point that my left hand was disabled and I could not go to school in order to save my mother who was being abused by her family,

He brought a group of police officers, broke into a private house, and sent me to the hospital when I was dying.

When the doctor was stitching up my torn wrist, the girl had her back to me, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and her hands constantly wiping tears from her face.

The doctor asked her helplessly and amusedly, she was not the injured person, so why should she cry?

She said she didn't know why, but she felt a terrible pain in her chest. She even asked the doctor stupidly if she needed an electrocardiogram.

In the ward, Wanda Smith was clumsily peeling an apple.

"I don't want to feel this bad again. Raymond, please don't get hurt again, I beg you."

I ate the popsicle she bought, mumbled "OK", and then asked her viciously:

"So do you want to be my girlfriend?"

The two of them had red faces and could not say anything throughout the whole day.