My Husband Claimed My Miscarriage ‘Ruined His Birthday’ – He Didn’t Realize How Soon He’d Regret It

I’m 26, and I lost the baby my husband and I had waited three years for. That morning, I was alone when the pain hit. I called Matt, but he brushed me off, claiming he was busy or stuck in traffic. I struggled through the worst moment of my life alone.

At the hospital, the doctors confirmed what I feared. On the way home, he said, “Your miscarriage ruined my birthday.” Days later, I discovered he’d been cheating during that night.

I gathered evidence, confronted him, and ended our marriage. Slowly, I rebuilt my life—moving, painting, and healing. Then I met Daniel, a man who truly listened and cared.

Two years later, we welcomed triplets. Sometimes losing everything makes room for something better.