The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play

My final prenatal appointment was today, but the drive turned into a nightmare.

Now, I lay on a gurney, pregnant and bleeding, the world a blur of flashing lights. My husband, Matthew Scott, the golden boy ADA, was here, but his entire focus was on Sabrina Lawrence, his childhood friend, not me.

"Get her out! She' s critical!" he screamed, as I rasped, "Matthew, the baby…"

He didn' t even turn his head. A colleague dismissed my cries, telling me Matthew was stressed, Sabrina seriously injured. Just like my first life, this scene repeated. I had lived this betrayal before.