Beg Me Back？Seven Years Too Late, Ex.

My husband has one rule: ten minutes late, he walks. Three minutes late to our anniversary flight. He closes the cabin door. His mistress is in my seat. I bleed on the airport floor. Eleven weeks pregnant. "Willa's airsick. Call 911 yourself." Later, his suitcase falls open at my hospital bed. A baby scan slides out. Willa's. Eight weeks. Same hospital as mine. Same day. At 9:17, our baby stopped fighting. At 10, he walked in, annoyed. "Still throwing your fit?"