When my husband turned 30, I thought the party I planned would be a celebration of us — of our love, of the family we were building. But instead, it turned into the night I exposed him as a cheater. And as if that betrayal wasn’t enough, what came after revealed something even worse. Looking back now, I can see all the signs. They had been there for months. But I was eight months pregnant, exhausted, and clinging to the hope that maybe I was just paranoid. I didn’t want

When Abi’s mom first complained of a fever and sharp stomach pain, they both tried to ignore the fear creeping in. Neither of them wanted to rush to the hospital. “Abigail,” her mom whispered weakly from the couch, “let me just take some painkillers and rest. If it doesn’t get any better, then we’ll go to the hospital. Okay?” Abi nodded. She didn’t want to push her. Her mother hated hospitals and always avoided them unless it was absolutely necessary. But by midnight, everything changed. Her mom’s fever shot up,