A Visitor in Your Life

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry.

I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number.

I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee.