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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

I regained consciousness as a disembodied spirit hovering in midair.


Before I could glimpse my lifeless, bloodstained body, a strong breeze whisked me to where Ethan was.


Ethan and Sandy were seated on a bench in the hospital's emergency waiting room.


Sandy appeared frail, resting against Ethan's shoulder, her expression radiating contentment and joy.


Just then, Ethan's cell phone began to ring.


"Hasn't Yolanda come home for your birthday celebration?


"I believe she's deliberately trying to upset me. I'm at the hospital with Sandy. Yolanda is being so unkind."


After ending the call, Ethan still seemed irritated, his face clouded with displeasure.


"Yolanda is too full of herself. She thinks her pregnancy gives her free rein. I won't go after her this time. She needs to learn a lesson."


Sandy's eyes glimmered with pride and happiness, but she maintained a caring demeanor, gently patting Ethan's back.


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