After Freezing My Trash Ex's Bank Cards, He Begged Me in the Snow

To bear Ethan Hayes a child, I endured over three hundred progesterone shots.

But on the day my water broke and I collapsed on the floor, he was driving the Porsche I bought him, taking the underprivileged girl he sponsored to her job interview.

I writhed in a pool of blood, begging him over the phone to come back and save me and our baby.

But he only warned me coldly:

"Chloe is terrified of her first interview, Audrey. Stop throwing these dramatic tantrums. Call 911 yourself. I can't leave her right now."