He Didn’t Want Me, Until Divorce Made Him Regret

Ten years of marriage, and my perfect husband, Leandro Rousseau, had given me a seaside villa.

But then, with a young college girl at his side and a three-year-old boy in hand, he looked at me calmly and said, “Alina, let’s get a divorce. You really can’t have children.”

The cruelest part was that I had endured three rounds of IVF, just to give him a child. I had suffered countless injections, endless medications, and my body, tormented by hormones, had grown swollen and sore.

During the last attempt, I had bled so heavily that I almost lost my life.