While I Was Dying, My Husband Welcomed His Child With Another Woman

When my heart gave out, the hospital called Justin Vance, my emergency contact, over and over. Not once did he pick up.

Then, wheeled out of surgery after barely surviving, the first thing I saw was Justin running behind a new mother's hospital bed.

And Cecily Sullivan, my closest friend, was pressing a maternity bag into his arms.

As she turned, her eyes landed right on mine.

Cecily rushed over and pushed me away, her voice thin and unsteady.

"Davi, your heart's weak. Justin couldn't bear to put you through a pregnancy."