Empowering Love Stories Facebook ad: “I Lost Our Baby After He Chose His Mistress”

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My hand trembled as I gripped my white cane, catching a glimpse of my husband Dorian's interview on the TV screen. “The baby Celestia is carrying is mine. We've been together for quite some time.” Celestia... the woman my husband once pined for. She had left him before, and now she was back, pregnant with another man’s child. But there he was, telling the entire world that the baby was his? Not a single thought for me—the woman who went blind saving him, and now carrying his child. What he didn’t know was that, because of this pregnancy, my vision had started to return—miraculously. I couldn’t help but curl my lips into a bitter smile when the interviewer asked my husband, “But Mr. Phillips, we’ve heard you’re already married.” “Yes, but we’re divorced now. I’ll be marrying Celestia soon and giving her the recognition she deserves.”... And that very night, just next door to my bedroom, my husband and his mistress couldn’t hold back any longer. “The doctor said we’re safe if we’re careful,” his mistress Celestia said, tugging her nightgown strap down. “Don’t you want me? During those five years abroad, I thought about you every day…” Dorian kissed her eyes gently. “Celestia.I’ll make it up to you.” As emotions flared, they couldn’t hold back any longer, becoming entwined. Watching this unfold, I covered my mouth, tears escaping through my fingers. How could I believe that the man I loved for fifteen years, the husband I’d been with for five, could be with another pregnant woman while I carried our child for eight months? Shaking my head, I stumbled backward in disbelief, accidentally knocking a vase by the door. The noise halted the man on the bed. “What was that?” .... "Mrs. Phillips, we've completed your check-up. Your health has always been fragile, and it's been a challenge to keep the baby safe until now. You must take extra care in these last two months. Otherwise, there's a risk of complications." "I understand. Thank you, doctor." I looked down at my swollen belly, a deep sense of sorrow washing over me. "Wait, Mrs. Phillips, can you see again?" The doctor noticed my restored vision and seemed genuinely happy for me. "Yes, during my last visit, I started seeing a bit. The doctor said it might be due to the hormones from the pregnancy." "That's wonderful news. Mr. Phillips must be thrilled. By the way, why isn't he with you today?" I hadn't had the chance to tell Dorian about my vision. Would he be happy? I doubted it. I forced a smile. "He's tied up with other commitments." Busy with his beloved Celestia, of course. He had no time for my prenatal check-ups. I unfolded my white cane and left the doctor’s office. As I walked through the hospital lobby, I saw Dorian's interview on TV. "The baby Celestia is carrying is mine. We've been together for quite a while." The interviewer asked, "But Mr. Phillips, we heard you were already married." "Yes, but we're divorced now. I'll marry Celestia soon and give her the recognition she deserves." "Congratulations then, wishing you both all the best!" The two of them leaned into each other, smiling for the camera. "Thank you." I looked up, watching Dorian hold his beloved close, and my heart ached with sadness. "This Dorian Phillips truly is devoted! He divorced his wife for his beloved!" "They say he never loved his wife. Otherwise, why never bring Mrs. Phillips on TV? Five years of marriage, and as soon as his beloved returned, he divorced. Poor Mrs. Phillips." "I heard Celestia had some misfortune abroad, leading to her pregnancy. Could it be false?" "Surely false. Even if true, when you truly love someone, you'd feel pity, not scorn. Didn't you see how Dorian looked at his beloved? If I were Mrs. Phillips, I'd have left long ago." The images on the TV were overwhelming, and the whispers around me felt like daggers piercing my heart. As I listened, tears rolled down my cheeks. Just days ago, Dorian brought Celestia, who was also eight months pregnant, back home. Celestia had faced tragedy abroad and didn't even know the father of her baby. Yet to protect her reputation, Dorian publicly claimed her child as his own. Meanwhile, I was pushing my body to its limits, determined to bring our child into the world, only to hear him declare to everyone that we were divorced. Well, Dorian Phillips, after all these years, I truly was blind. If he wanted a divorce, I would give him that wish. In a haze, I returned to the estate. As soon as I stepped in, the previously chattering housemaids fell silent. "Stop talking, now, the Missus is back. Turn off the TV quickly." "What a tragedy, thank goodness she's blind. Otherwise, this would break her heart." “Missus, you're back?” One maid approached to support me, but I didn’t respond. I just stood there, staring at the now-dark TV screen, unmoving for a long time. I lost my sight saving Dorian Phillips. Since I was ten, I had a crush on him. But he had always loved Celestia Hudson. Five years ago, Celestia moved abroad with her family. Dorian was heartbroken, drinking heavily every day. One night, on his way home, he almost had a car accident. I rushed out to push him to safety. Dorian was unharmed, but I lost my sight.

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I Lost Our Baby After He Chose His Mistress