After My Miscarriage, My Cheating Husband Regretted It Too Late

In the fifth year of our marriage, Ricardo Latham and I started trying for a baby. That day, I had just placed a pillow under my hips and adjusted into position when Ricardo's phone suddenly rang. He did not hesitate for even a second. He got out of bed immediately and started getting dressed. "A friend asked me to go play golf. I'll make it up to you tomorrow." This was already the ninety-ninth time our attempt to conceive had been interrupted. I looked at him and suddenly said, "Ricardo, let's get divorced." His hand paused as he fastened his watch, as if he found it ridiculous. "You want a divorce just because I'm going to play golf?" I picked up his phone, unlocked it, and pointed to the message on the screen: Tomorrow I want to try a hole in one with you. Ricardo frowned. "Just because of that?" I nodded calmly. "Yes. Just because of that." "That's just a joke golfers make all the time. Why are you so sensitive? This isn't even the first time you've threatened me with divorce. The last time was only half a month ago, wasn't it?" As he said that, Ricardo stopped getting dressed and sat back down. "Fine. I won't go golfing. Is that enough now?" He let out a sigh, sounding like he was trying to soothe someone being unreasonable. I curled my lips slightly and repeated myself. "I'm not joking. Let's get divorced." Ricardo frowned, his eyes full of confusion. "So I'm not even allowed to have a hobby of my own now? Do I have to revolve around you every single day? When did you become this unreasonable? If you don't believe me, then come with me." After saying that, he gave me no chance to refuse. He dragged me out the door, threw some random outfit onto me, and drove straight to the golf course. By the time we got there, four or five people were already waiting for him. The moment they saw Ricardo, they greeted him warmly. "Ricardo, we've been waiting forever. Is this your wife? No wonder the news keeps saying you two have such a great marriage. You even bring her along when you come out to play golf. I'm jealous." Just then, a young woman walked toward us. She was strikingly pretty, with the kind of youthful, bold energy that made her impossible to ignore. Her fitted sportswear showed off her figure perfectly. And there I was, wearing that dull, oversized jacket, looking completely out of place. "Your wife looks so gentle and domestic, Ricardo. You're a lucky man." Even though I had never seen her before, I could almost guarantee that she was the one who had sent Ricardo that message. "All right, come on. Everyone's been waiting for you." Someone called out to him from over there. After Ricardo changed his clothes, he went off to play. And I sat there alone, like a complete outsider. "That was so close to a hole-in-one!" "What a pity. You'll get it on the next shot for sure!" "I'm getting a hole-in-one today no matter what!" "If I don't make it, nobody's leaving today!" The phrase "hole-in-one" kept coming out of their mouths. It was as if they were deliberately trying to tell me that it really was nothing more than an ordinary golf term. After a while, Ricardo walked over to me, sounding a little helpless. "See? I told you already. It's just standard golf jargon. You can stop making a fuss now, right?" Before I could say anything, Freya Naylor came running over, her ponytail swaying behind her. "Serena, why are you still sitting here? Come play with us." "I don't know how." Freya immediately covered her mouth in exaggerated surprise.