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On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love

Harry Hastings, the boy I raised with care, turned out to be the child of my husband, Patrick Hastings, and his ex-girlfriend, Rachel Parker. I became a laughingstock. When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life.​ He was so remorseful that he cried at my bedside and begged for my forgiveness. From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request. Out of love for him, I accepted reality after a brief reproach. To give me a sense of security, he took the initiative to undergo a vasectomy. He also brought me to an orphanage to adopt a boy who was just two years old. Four years later, Patrick hired a piano teacher for Harry. Suddenly, the truth about my car accident dawned on me...