After My Miscarriage, My Cold Husband Chose His First Love — Novel

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Mia thought she had it all—a life built on love, family, and a future filled with laughter. But after her miscarriage, everything she once believed crumbles like ash in her hands. Xavier, her cold husband, seems more attached to his past with another woman than to their shared dreams. As secrets swirl around them, Mia is left to grapple with the reality of her husband's choices and the haunting echoes of betrayal.

When a chance for a promotion at work presents itself, Mia must decide if she can reclaim her independence or continue to live in the shadows of her husband's expectations. Can she find the strength to confront the truth about her marriage, or will the weight of her grief and the legacy of a family she once thought she could trust drown her?

As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, Mia must navigate a world where love is tangled with ambition and betrayal lurks behind every corner. Will she rise from the ashes of her shattered dreams, or will she be forever bound to the man who chose his first love over the new beginning they once shared?

After My Miscarriage, My Cold Husband Chose His First LoveChapter 1

The comment section went silent, as though someone had drawn a blade across the throat of the conversation. Xavier Salvatore's name lit up my phone almost instantly.

"Mia, there's no need to misunderstand my friends. They like to joke around with Vanessa and me. Your comment made them uncomfortable." His voice carried that practiced smoothness, the same tone he used when negotiating terms at a sit-down. "I know you must be upset seeing the post, but understand, you disappointed my mother too much this time."

He let the accusation hang in the air like cigarette smoke.

"She wanted us to attend the Valducci gala together, and at the last moment you were absent. I know I couldn't make it to our anniversary dinner, but I'm busy, Mia. Unlike you. You can't throw tantrums like this."

I listened without a word. The silence stretched between us like a wire pulled taut, and I could feel it unnerving him.

"Mia, when you come home, let's sort this out first. You should apologize to my mother. Quickly."