The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

he was helping her with something. Maybe there was a logical, innocent reason for why my husband was sneaking around behind my back and lying about his whereabouts. No matter how many ways I twisted it, I couldn’t find an answer that didn’t hurt.

Scott was due back from his “business trip” the next morning. I didn’t call or text him. I just waited.

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