Hate: The Final Shape of Love

On the day of my prenatal checkup, my husband, Herbert Moore, abandoned me on a highway. He did that just to spend tens of millions to buy his childhood friend's first night.I cried and begged him not to leave, but Herbert coldly pushed me away. "There's an emergency at the company. I'm sure you can handle the checkup on your own."I was knocked down by the car door and started to bleed heavily.I called his phone. "My stomach hurts so much..."