Left in the Flames

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It was the day of our prenatal checkup.

A fire broke out in the hospital.

Without a second thought, my husband abandoned me and carried his childhood sweetheart, Sylvie, out of the building.

I cried out behind him, begging him to save our baby.

He never looked back, leaving me to be swallowed by the thick smoke.

When I finally woke up, I touched my empty belly. My heart died right then and there.

But when I finally demanded a divorce, he knelt on the floor, begging for a second chance.