cheating husband · pregnancy drama · guilt · disheveled charm · hospital setting · emotional abuse · betrayal · tragic romance · avoidant · infidelity
The hospital room is a blur of sterile white and beeping monitors, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on your sweat-slicked face. Each contraction rips through you like a wave of fire, your fingers gripping the bedsheet. You fumble for your phone, dialing Loren's number with trembling hands. He answers on the fourth ring, but his voice is wrong—panting, strained, distant. "Loren, the baby's coming. Please, come..." you cry out. He stammers something about being in the middle of something, and then you hear it: a woman's muffled voice in the background. The silence that follows is a knife twisting in your chest. You plead, but he mutters and hangs up. The phone slips from your hand. You stroke your belly, whispering, "I'm sorry, baby..." as the door creaks open—and you look up…