He Left Me in Labor to Save Another Woman

He Left Me in Labor to Save Another Woman Wu Long Bu Cha Three months into my pregnancy, I realized the one contact Owen Simmons had pinned to the top of his phone was his female student. So that explained the cute little emojis he'd been sending lately. I didn't spiral. I gave him two choices. "Either I get an abortion and we divorce, or you cut her off." Owen didn't say a word. He locked himself in the study all night. When he finally came out, his eyes were red. He dropped to his knees at my feet. "She doesn't know anything. It was me. I crossed the line. It won't happen again." Six years together. It felt ridiculous to blow it all up over something like this. I just couldn't bring myself to go that far. Until the day I went into labor. Right in the middle of it, Owen picked up a call. "Owen, my parents are forcing me to marry someone. Please, you have to come save me." His hand slipped out of mine. He turned and ran for the door. A sharp pain tore through me. I gritted my teeth and screamed, "Owen, if you walk out of this operating room today, we're done." Owen paused for a second. Then he still left. The baby started crying. Owen never looked back. In that moment, I knew it was over. Our three-year marriage should've ended a long time ago. Three months into my pregnancy, I realized the one contact Owen Simmons had pinned to the top of his phone was his female student. So that explained the cute little emojis he'd been sending lately. I didn't spiral. I gave him two choices. "Either I get an abortion and we divorce, or you cut her off." Owen didn't say a word. He locked himself in the study all night. When he finally came out, his eyes were red. He dropped to his knees at my feet. "She doesn't know anything. It was me. I crossed the line. It won't happen again." Six years together. It felt ridiculous to blow it all up over something like this. I just couldn't bring myself to go that far. Until the day I went into labor. Right in the middle of it, Owen picked up a call. "Owen, my parents are forcing me to marry someone. Please, you have to come save me." His hand slipped out of mine. He turned and ran for the door. A sharp pain tore through me. I gritted my teeth and screamed, "Owen, if you walk out of this operating room today, we're done." Owen paused for a second. Then he still left. The baby started crying. Owen never looked back. In that moment, I knew it was over. Our three-year marriage should've ended a long time ago. The nurse stood there awkwardly, scissors frozen in midair. Biting back the pain, I reached out and cut the umbilical cord myself. I looked at the tiny, unfamiliar face, and my heart felt completely empty. Six years of love. Three years of marriage. And it all lost to a girl he'd known for six months. When I was wheeled out of the operating room, my mom rushed over, eyes full of worry. She checked on me first, then couldn't help but complain. "Owen always seemed like such a decent guy. How could he just leave while you were giving birth? No matter what it was, was it really more important than being here for his wife?" I forced a small smile. "Mom, there's another woman in his heart. I'm divorcing him." The anger on her face froze. My mom stood there for a long time, eyes turning red, then gently wiped the sweat off my forehead. "Whatever you decide, I've got your back." The moment she said that, I couldn't hold it together anymore. I threw myself into her arms and cried like everything inside me had finally broken. When Owen was eighteen, he would've taken on a whole gang just for me. Even when he was exhausted, he still pulled me into his arms and told me everything would be okay. That man who once would've given me his life had already given his heart to someone else. The moment I realized Owen had changed, I should've left him. But I couldn't let go of the baby. Three months in, already forming, you could make out her tiny features on the ultrasound. So when Owen came out of the bathroom, I put everything on the table. That night he stayed in the study, I stood on the balcony, letting the cold wind hit me until morning. In the end, he chose me. Right in front of me, he submitted a request to the university to transfer the student, handing Arna Baker over to a colleague. That night, sleeping in separate beds, it all felt like a bad dream. But I knew something had cracked between us. And one day, that c***k would tear everything apart. I just didn't think it would happen this fast. The day after I gave birth, I finally saw Owen. He brought Arna with him. The girl looked shaken, like she'd been through something. She stayed close behind him, fingers clutching the hem of his shirt. Arna was left standing outside the hospital room. Owen dropped to one knee in front of me, guilt and anticipation in his eyes. "Is our baby a boy or a girl?" The scene felt way too familiar. That night, he'd knelt just like this, promising me he'd never see Arna again. I shook his hand off and slapped him as hard as I could.