The Professors Regret Begging for Forgiveness After I Lost His Baby — Novel

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In a world where appearances are everything, Elise finds herself trapped in a web of betrayal and heartbreak. Once a promising professor, she now stands at the precipice of despair as her husband, Thomas, slips further into the embrace of another woman. With every shared laugh and stolen glance between Thomas and Hazel, the walls of her home feel more like a prison, suffocating her spirit. Can a heart broken by infidelity ever heal, or is it doomed to remain a mere shadow of its former self?

When a message from her former mentor, Quinn, disrupts her spiraling thoughts, Elise is faced with a choice: cling to the remnants of a love that has become toxic or take a leap into the unknown. As she grapples with her identity and the haunting memories of loss, she must decide whether to reclaim her life or remain shackled to a past that no longer serves her.

With tension mounting and stakes rising, will Elise find the strength to fight for herself? Or will she remain the forgotten woman in a story that seems to belong to everyone but her? The answers lie ahead, waiting to unfold in a tale of love, regret, and the pursuit of redemption.

The Professors Regret Begging for Forgiveness After I Lost His BabyChapter 1

The ninth button. I was sewing the ninth button back onto my husband's shirt when he fished a scrap of lace from the laundry pile and dangled it between two fingers.

"Did this shrink?" Thomas squinted at the fabric, turning it over.

The needle froze mid-stitch.

That pair was six months old. It hadn't changed.

When I said nothing, he scratched his head and shrugged. "Must have remembered wrong. Women's sizes are all over the place anyway."

Outside, the drying rack swayed in the breeze. Every pair of panties hanging there was identical—conservative cotton.

That scrap of lace wasn't mine.

My phone buzzed against the table. Quinn Barnes. My former senior from grad school, inviting me to join his overseas research institute.

For the 998th time.

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*Ignore.*

"Professor Gilbert! Come take a picture!"

Hazel Fox hooked her arm through Thomas's and claimed the seat of honor beside him. She pressed her chest firmly against his arm, radiating a possessiveness that made my stomach turn.

My mother-in-law shoved her phone into my hands. "You. Take the picture. Then go cook."