When My Husband Chose His Mistress

May Day holiday. I was on my way to the airport when my water broke.

The pain split me open. I screamed at strangers, voice raw and cracking, begging someone—anyone—to help.

Someone flagged down a taxi for me and was about to help me in when my husband arrived and blocked them with an outstretched arm.

"My wife's a known scam artist—stages accidents for payouts. The last person who helped her got hit for five hundred thousand!"

The passerby yanked their hands back. The taxi driver refused to take me.