After eight pregnancies and being sent to the funeral by my husband, I remarried

Summary

I had been married to Julian Vance for ten years, and in that time, I had been pregnant eight times. Every single one ended in a stillbirth.

Everyone called me a jinx, a woman cursed to kill her own children. I fell apart, sinking into a deep depression.

But Julian never left my side. Each time, his eyes would fill with tears as he held me, comforting me, encouraging me to get pregnant again and prove them all wrong.

“My love, we will have a healthy baby one day,” he’d say. “I’ll be right her