Divorce After His Affair

The surgery was a success, pulling my mom back from the brink of death. I clasped her cold hand, unable to hold back my tears. Ever since Dad passed away two years ago, she's been my only family, and I can’t bear to imagine what would happen if I lost her too. Genevieve stayed by my side through it all, helping with paperwork, comforting me, and looking after me.

I lay exhausted on a hospital bench, completely drained. Waylon never once came by the hospital—didn't call, not even a message. Life seems to have a way of kicking you when you're down. The whirlwind of emotions I’ve been through, combined with severe morning sickness, meant that the baby... was gone.

Dr. Jireh explained with sympathy, "Your pregnancy was already fragile, and with this recent turmoil, it was too much to sustain..."

I lay in the cold hospital bed, feeling like my heart was as empty and chilly as the room around me. I had lost the child and, with it, my last bit of faith in Waylon.

Nala, sitting next to me and wiping my tears, furiously denounced Waylon as a jerk, saying he wasn’t fit to be a husband, let alone a father. I stared at the ceiling, suddenly seeing the absurdity of it all. How could I have ever fallen for someone like him?

If everything else could be shared, why was the burden of losing the child solely mine to carry?