Left In Labor For His Mentors Fragile Daughter
Language: en
Nine months pregnant, and a sudden, wrenching craving hit me: the artisan doughnuts Alex and I used to share back when we were first dating. I convinced him to take me, but the moment he started the engine, the Smart-Drive navigation system whirred to life, instantly pulling up a familiar destination. The address was an unfamiliar apartment complex on the west side of the city. Alex quickly pressed the 'X' button when the prompt popped up. He casually changed the subject, and I, the accommodating wife, played along, pretending I hadn't seen a thing. Later that night, long after he’d fallen…