Does this Fake Divorce Really have to End in Miscarriage

I eagerly sent the ultrasound image to my husband, excited to share the joyful news with him. Instead, I received divorce papers in return.

"If you’re not feeling well, go see a doctor. Why are you sending me medical reports? I don’t even know how to read them."

"Just sign the papers already. Eve’s kid needs a house in the right school district, so we’ll do a fake divorce."

Stunned, I called him to demand an explanation, but Lucas responded with a barrage of anger and insults.

On the other end of the line, I could clearly hear Evelyn’s laughter and that of a child.

After the call ended, I saw Evelyn Lake’s post online.

The caption read, “Thank you, Luke, for divorcing for me. My son can finally go to school!”

In the past, I would have confronted Lucas with a fullblown fight. But this time, I decided to go for a real divorce.

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Lucas didn’t return home until late at night, reeking of alcohol. His white shirt had lipstick stains on the collar and there were a few red marks on his neck.

At that moment, I made up my mind to take a misoprostol pill.

It’s the medication required for a medical abortion.

Today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary. I had bought a cake, planning to celebrate and share the news of my pregnancy with him.

But what greeted me instead was a set of divorce papers from the one and only Lucas Sanders.

Lucas looked at the cake on the table and asked in confusion, “Whose birthday is it?”

I put the pills away, tossed the cake into the trash and said coldly, “Just a friend, that’s all.”

He quietly let out a sigh of relief. “See? I knew it wasn’t your birthday today.”

“And anyway, our wedding anniversary is on the 27th, not the 7th,” Lucas added smugly, looking at me as if expecting praise for remembering the date.

Yet in our three years of marriage, Lucas had never once gotten our anniversary date right. He’d always remembered Evelyn and her son’s birthdays, though—down to the smallest detail, never missing a single one.

Lucas pulled a Mickey Mouse plush toy out of his pocket and handed it to me. “Sorry about my tone on the phone earlier. Consider this an apology.”

The toy had a BMW logo stamped on it—clearly just a promotional item that came with a car purchase.

I recalled Evelyn’s post earlier today, where she had shared a photo of a brandnew BMW.

I responded flatly, “I don’t like stuffed animals, especially freebie ones.”

Lucas’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, but his tone remained calm.

“Don’t be so petty. Eve’s just a single mom—poor thing—and her kid’s already schoolage. If he doesn’t start soon, it’ll be too late.”

“And once Eve’s paperwork for the school is done, you and I will remarry,” he said, leaning in, trying to pull me into his arms.

Just as his hand was about to touch me, I recoiled as if avoiding something filthy.

Lucas’s hand froze midair, the awkwardness palpable. His expression darkened as he withdrew it.

"Jane, why are you acting so high and mighty? I’ve already apologized—what more do you want?"

I didn’t want to argue anymore and stood up, ready to leave.

Seeing me ignore him, Lucas grew angrier. He grabbed my wrist in frustration. I lost my balance and slipped, landing hard on my injured left foot.

That injury? Lucas caused it a few days ago. He’d been carrying a pot of hot soup from the kitchen while distracted by texting Evelyn. He lost his grip, spilling the scalding liquid all over my foot, burning off a patch of skin. The wound still hadn’t healed.

Now, the reopened wound began bleeding again, staining the floor red.

Lucas looked flustered and panicked. “I didn’t mean it. I’ll take you to the hospital right now!”

I didn’t refuse. I simply nodded and said, “Fine.”

Lucas helped me into the car, but as soon as we were inside, the car’s Bluetooth assistant activated. Evelyn’s flirtatious voice filled the air.

“My big boss, drive safe, okay? And don’t forget to keep working hard to support me!”

Lucas’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. He hurriedly tried to explain. “Oh, the Bluetooth is Evelyn’s. She left it in my car. I’ll get rid of it right away.”

I replied calmly, “Don’t bother.”

The car was silent. Lucas kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, trying to gauge my reaction.

“Jane, you’re not mad?” he asked hesitantly.

I pressed my lips together in a faint smile.

There was a time I considered Evelyn my mortal enemy, always picking fights with Lucas over her antics.

But now? I didn’t even care about Lucas anymore—why would I care about his mistress, or any other woman he might have?

“Just drive. It’s late,” I said flatly.

Our home was very close to the maternal and child health hospital in the suburbs, less than two kilometers away. A simple Uturn at the intersection ahead and a straight drive would get us there.

Just as the car started, Lucas’s phone rang.

At such a late hour, there’s no need to guess—it must be Evelyn, that twofaced manipulator.

When Lucas picked up the call, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his excitement barely hidden. On the other end, Evelyn’s sweet, flirtatious voice came through, coaxing him to keep her company because the rain and thunder were scaring her.

“Jane, I’m going to pull over and drop you off here,” Lucas said suddenly.

“It’s less than a kilometer ahead. Evelyn’s in a bind and there’s no one else to help her—just her and her kid. I really need to go.”

For such a short distance, less than five minutes away, Lucas couldn’t even be bothered to drop me off properly.

I could hear the eagerness in his voice—he was clearly in a hurry to get to Evelyn.

I stared at Lucas coldly and said, “I can’t walk. You know my foot is injured.”

Lucas’s expression immediately darkened. He yelled at me, “Jane, stop being so dramatic!

“It’s just a burn, just a bit of skin peeled off. It’s not like you lost a leg—why can’t you walk?

“I already told you Evelyn has an emergency and here you are throwing a tantrum!”

Without waiting for me to respond, Lucas got out of the car, opened my door and forcibly dragged me out.

Before leaving, he added that he’d come back to pick me up after dealing with Evelyn.

The car sped past me and the water splashed up from the wheels, soaking my injured foot, sending a sharp, piercing pain through the wound.

Rain mixed with my tears as it streamed down my face. I limped forward, walking on tiptoe as I made my way toward the hospital.

I hadn’t gone far when a sudden, searing pain gripped my lower abdomen. Blood began to slide down my thigh and my body felt as if it were being torn apart.

My vision went dark and I collapsed by the side of the road.

Several cars sped past and if it hadn’t been for a kindhearted woman who stopped and took me to the hospital, I might have been hit by one of them.

After an emergency surgery at the hospital, I dragged my exhausted body back home early the next morning.

As soon as I stepped through the door, Lucas’s furious shout hit me like a physical blow, his voice so loud it felt like it was vibrating through my bones.

“Jane, what the hell is going on? Didn’t I tell you to wait for me to pick you up?”

“I waited for you at the hospital all night! You didn’t answer your phone and then you turned it off!”

I froze in place, completely stunned, unable to move.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto mine and for a moment, it almost seemed like he really had been waiting for me all night.

When I looked out the hospital window, all I saw was a taxi from the night shift; Lucas’s car was nowhere to be found.

My phone had just died, so it had shut off on its own, not long before I got back.

In other words, Lucas was standing there, acting like he cared, when he hadn’t even bothered to come pick me up.

He used to be so attentive, always looking out for me, but somewhere along the way, he’d slowly pulled away.

I looked at him, a mix of sadness and resentment in my eyes. “It’s because you blocked me. I couldn’t even call you.”

Lucas’s anger softened immediately, a brief flash of guilt crossing his face before he quickly masked it.

“Forget it. Let’s not get into this.”

“I was worried you’d be hungry, so I made you some chicken soup. Drink it while it’s hot.”

I stared at the bowl in front of me. If I didn’t look closely, I might’ve mistaken it for just a simple bowl of soup, but it was supposed to be homemade chicken soup with vegetables.

There were only a couple of small pieces of chicken and a few limp vegetables and it looked like it had been thrown together in a hurry—more like a halffinished meal than anything made with care.

While I was bored and scrolling through my phone during my IV drip at the hospital, I saw a post from Evelyn. It was a picture of her and Lucas watching the sunrise together.

No wonder his eyes were so bloodshot—he’d been up all night with the mistress.

I didn’t have to guess; this porridge was clearly leftovers from their breakfast. The thought made my stomach churn.

I put my spoon down. “Just throw it away, I’m not hungry.”

Lucas’s face instantly dropped, his eyes locking onto mine with a mix of confusion and frustration. “Jane, I don’t get it. What’s going on with you today?”

“I went out of my way to make you this soup and you’re just going to waste it without even trying?”

“I told you, this whole divorce thing is just a formality. We don’t have kids and you don’t need a school spot. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

His words struck me like a dagger. Our child had already been lost, erased by his cold, heartless detachment.