I Gave Birth Alone. Then I Left Him.
Language: en
Eight months pregnant, I went into premature labor. As they wheeled me into the delivery room, I frantically called my husband, Owen. The call connected, and I heard the loud, thumping music of a bar in the background. His new colleague, Eve, answered the phone. "Karen, Owen's had too much to drink. I'm taking care of him, so don't worry." Before I could even speak, Owen's voice drifted over, clearly unaware the call was connected. "Text my wife back. Tell her I'm working late on a project tonight and she shouldn't wait up." Eve chuckled, her hand over the phone. "Got it, Owen." I…