You Chose Her Over Our Baby, So I Chose Another Father

My water broke a month early, but my husband Liam refused to take me to the hospital. "Stop overreacting," he sneered, carefully blow-drying my best friend's hair so she could look perfect for photos. As I lay on the floor bleeding and in agonizing pain, I realized he didn't care if my baby and I died. So, I stopped begging. Instead, I pulled out my phone and texted a billionaire who had always loved me. When Liam finally brought me to the hospital and hesitated to sign the consent form, my new man stepped up to him. "Get out. I am the father now."