Pregnant, Crashed, My Split-Bill Husband Forced Self-Pay Before Ambulance

There was a car accident. Three months pregnant, I was trapped inside, one wrong move away from losing both my life and the baby's. I begged my husband, who didn't have a scratch on him, to call an ambulance. Instead, he calmly took out a pen and paper and set them in front of me. "Let's put it in writing first." "The accident happened because you were making a scene and distracted me, so all the damages are on you." Warm blood ran down my thigh, and panic tore through me.