After Caring for My Husband's Pregnant Ex-Wife, He Regretted Losing Me

When my employer was wheeled into the delivery room, I stood at the door holding her meal box, my palms slick with sweat. Then Ryan appeared out of nowhere and said to me, his voice low: "Stop wearing yourself out trying to get pregnant. Once you've finished taking care of Cecily through her confinement, go get an IUD." I stared at him, stunned. "Why?" Ryan answered offhandedly: "Cecily is my ex-wife. The baby she's carrying is mine."