The Price of Humiliation: Ava's Return

I was eight months pregnant, standing frozen at a street festival when the ground shook violently.

A piece of scaffolding broke loose, tumbling straight towards me.

My fiancé, Liam, was just feet away, but he lunged, not for me, but for his young intern, Chloe, shielding her from the debris.

I watched him go, then felt a sharp, blinding pain and a warm gush as my water broke.

His eyes found me then, twisted not with fear, but with disgust, as he muttered, "That's so embarrassing!" before pulling Chloe away, leaving me to collapse on the pavement.