Desert Delivery
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At five months pregnant, I rushed to the hospital with abdominal pain—until my husband’s secretary, Vanessa, shoved her poodle into my car. “My ‘baby’ needs the vet first!”
“Call a cab,” I snapped, transferring her money. “My child can’t wait.”
That night, Julian raged: “Vanessa had to walk in 113°F heat!”
“Are her dog more important than our baby?” I asked.
He softened. “Of course not, darling.”
Weeks later, on my due date, he drove me into the desert. A drone screen loomed above, showing him smirking with Vanessa in his arms.
