My husband and I had been happily married for more than ten years. I always believed we shared an ideal relationship and that he truly loved me. But his actions during one of the most crucial moments of our lives made me question both his feelings and his character.
Before our daughter was born, we had a serious argument. Out of nowhere, he suggested we do a paternity test once the baby arrived. I can’t even describe how shocked I felt.
It came completely out of the blue—he offered no explanation or reason. I work part-time from home and hardly interact with anyone outside of my family. I don’t even have male friends besides my brother.
When I asked if he was accusing me of cheating, he just said he “wanted to be sure.” That was it. But he wouldn’t let it go—he kept bringing it up again and again until the stress began to take a toll on me physically. Eventually, I told him I couldn’t talk to him anymore and moved into my brother’s house for a while.
I was devastated. I spent those days at my brother’s thinking about how to fix things between us. I even called my husband to try to talk it out, but he refused to speak to me.
After being ignored and humiliated, I decided to go back home after two days to collect some of my things while he was at work. That’s when I suddenly went into labor. I called him thirty times—no answer.
Then I called my brother, who tried reaching him at least half a dozen more times while rushing to pick me up and drive me to the hospital. It turned into a terrifying, traumatic birth. I started crowning in the car, and the doctor ended up delivering my daughter in the back of my brother’s van because it was too dangerous to move me.
I was bl.eeding heavily, so they rushed me straight into the hospital. It was awful—every moment of it. My brother’s wife, who’s a nurse, later said she honestly thought I wouldn’t make it.
In the end, I had to undergo a hysterectomy—it was either that or risk losing my life. I’d never planned on having more than one child anyway, maybe none at all, but my husband had always wanted a big family. Now I’m trying to bond with my daughter, but it’s been incredibly difficult.
While I was still recovering from surgery—ten hours after my first call—my husband finally called back. The first thing he asked was why I hadn’t answered his call. My brother, who had my phone at that moment, was furious.
He said, “Hey, it’s Derek. I’m at the hospital. She didn’t make it.” Then he hung up.
My husband rushed to the hospital, arriving just as I was waking up. He began shouting the moment he saw us, and security had to escort him out. He didn’t even get to see our daughter until the next day because I was asleep and the staff needed my written consent to allow him back in.
My entire family thought Derek’s prank was cruel, but we all agreed my husband deserved it. Derek keeps reminding him that I nearly died because we had waited for him. He used to be mostly indifferent toward my husband, but now he can hardly stand him—you can see it in his face every time they’re in the same room.
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