On My Fifth Wedding Anniversary, Bestie Almost Killed Me

On our very fifth wedding anniversary, when I was five months pregnant, I got into a car accident.

The doctors called Gavin Armantrading over thirty times. By the time he finally showed up, my condition had already turned critical.

I clutched his hand with all my strength, my voice hoarse as I begged, “Gavin, you need to put the person who did this in prison!”

But instead of reassuring me, he stood coldly in front of the operating room doors, blocking the doctors from wheeling me inside.