Cruel Intentions

After my wife’s miscarriage, I never imagined that life could turn so bitter, so suddenly. What was once a peaceful home filled with dreams and laughter became a battlefield of silence, blame, and pain. Our marriage—once strong and full of love—began to crumble under the weight of grief and misunderstanding. I was desperately trying to hold the pieces together, not realizing that the true source of our misery wasn’t fate or misfortune, but something far darker. It was only later that I discovered the real enemy—the devil behind all our struggles—had been living right under my own roof.