After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Baby

When I faced a medical crisis during childbirth, my husband, Meir, was nowhere to be found.

Dr. Warren Cooper pulled me back from the edge, and soon afterward, I stumbled upon a post by Meir's assistant—an image showing the two of them wrapped in a passionate kiss.

["At the Alps with the love of my life."]

I didn't break down or make a fuss. Instead, I quietly moved out, leaving behind nothing but the divorce papers.

Later, I heard that when he discovered the divorce papers, he flew into a rage, destroying everything in sight, his eyes burning with anger.

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"Quick, quick, get her into the operating room."

"Prepare for intubation."

"We need an arterial line immediately, get the blood transfusion ready!"

Through the fog in my mind, I could hear the medical team’s urgent voices. Dr. Cooper's voice was constant in my ear.

I struggled to speak, but words eluded me.

"Where is the patient's family? Notify them!"

"She... she came alone."

"She's in a critical state; where is her family?"

I was an orphan; Meir was my only family. Yet, he was allegedly on a business trip, unavailable by phone. Where could he have gone?

That thought lingered until I passed out entirely.

I awoke to find a week had passed. Dr. Cooper was there, his face showing relief.

"You’re finally awake."

My first instinct was to reach for my belly.

"My baby..."

His expression shifted from relief to sorrow.

"I'm deeply sorry, we did everything possible."

"You had a sudden medical crisis. We spent a week pulling you back from the brink with all the hospital's resources. Saving the baby was beyond our reach."

His words echoed in my mind, and tears stung my eyes.

A week ago, I had been shopping when a sharp pain knocked me over. A kind stranger got me to the hospital, where the crisis unfolded.

I was supposed to give birth next month, but now my baby was gone.

It felt like breathing was insurmountable.

I reached for my phone, trying to call Meir.

But there was no response. I checked WhatsApp—nothing from him all week.

Then I saw a message from Lucille Stone, his assistant, sent a week ago.

["Check social media."]

I opened her post, and the sight made me dizzy.

A photo of her and Meir, kissing in front of the Alps. The caption read: ["With the love of my life at the Alps."]

The post was dated a week ago.

While I was on a hospital bed fighting for survival, my husband was on a romantic getaway with his assistant, kissing.

Was this his so-called business trip?

Heartache made my whole body tremble as I clutched my chest.

And once again, I fell into unconsciousness.