The third time I miscarried, Theodore Sinclair insisted on bringing his mistress to live at our house. "Jimena is pregnant. I'm bringing her here to make it easier to take care of her. Don't worry, she won't affect your position. After the baby is born, I'll send her away." "You shouldn't complain. It's your own fault, you couldn't even keep a child. Forget it. Don't have any more children. Just focus on raising Jimena's baby." If this had happened before, I would have gone into a hysterical fit, creating a scene. But this time, I didn't argue. I just calmly nodded. "Okay, I'll clear out the master bedroom and let Jimena stay there." Theodore was surprised by my change. He thought I had finally learned my lesson. What he didn't know was that this time, I was planning to leave him for good.
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