I Gifted Misery at My Husband’s Wedding to His First Love

After countless IVF attempts, I was finally eight months pregnant. But on the way home from a prenatal checkup, I got into a terrible car accident.

The contractions came fast and violent. Blood kept pouring out of me. The baby’s life inside my womb was hanging by a thread.

My best friend called Chris twenty-nine times. He didn’t answer a single call. Even the woman he had arranged beforehand to donate blood for me—the one with the same rare blood type—had disappeared as well.