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Eight months into my pregnancy, my spouse Ethan Wilson left me stranded on a rural route after getting a call from his sweetheart Sandy Moore.
A large vehicle struck me.
In my final moments, I dialed Ethan, but he hastily ended the call.
"Sandy's running a high temperature. Could you please stop being difficult and interrupting me?"
As per his desire, I would never disturb him again.
The following day, Ethan took on a case involving a driver fleeing an accident scene and became the defendant's legal representative.

Abandoned and Betrayed, A Pregnant Wife's Last Call

On Ethan's mother's birthday, we embarked on a two-hour journey to the rural areas. During our trip, Sandy phoned Ethan.


"Ethan, I'm not feeling well. I've got a high temperature," she said weakly.


Ethan became instantly worried upon hearing Sandy's frail voice.


"Don't worry, Sandy. I'm on my way. Just hold on," he responded urgently.


Observing Ethan's concern, I felt disheartened. He always dropped everything for Sandy's calls.


I attempted to reason with him, as we were nearly at his hometown.


"Ethan, we're close to your house. Shouldn't we see your mother first?"


Ethan pulled over and looked at me scornfully.


"What's the matter with you, Yolanda? Didn't you hear that Sandy is ill?


You go ahead and celebrate my mother's birthday. We're close enough for you to walk. Sandy needs help, so I must go now."


I stared at Ethan, feeling shocked and let down.


"Ethan, I'm eight months pregnant. The doctor warned I could deliver prematurely at any moment."


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