My Husband Staged My Miscarriage,So I Ruined Him in Front of Everyone

The day I went into labor, Howard Delgado called to say he'd been kidnapped.

I dragged myself off the operating table and staggered to the address he'd sent, bleeding with every step.

In my panic, I took a wrong turn—and that's when I saw him.

Howard. Perfectly fine. Not a scratch on him.

He stood in a shadowed corner with his buddies, laughing.

"Howard, isn't she giving birth today? You really lured her out here? Aren't you worried about the baby? This is, what, the tenth time? Don't you think we're going too far?"