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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

The following morning, Ethan found himself on the couch.


The previous evening, he had been sitting by himself in the living area, deep in contemplation. He periodically checked the time and eventually dozed off on the sofa.


Upon rising and noticing the unused slippers by the entrance, Ethan's expression darkened. He then retrieved his mobile and sent me his first message.


[Yolanda, if you're not planning to return, perhaps it's best you never do.]


I gazed at Ethan and smirked, thinking, "I won't trouble you with my presence again."


Ethan completed his morning routine and headed to the legal office.


This was the law practice he and my sibling Chris had established together.


Shortly after Ethan settled in, Sandy entered carrying a pile of paperwork, appearing somewhat anxious.


"Ethan, you're the only one who can assist me now."


Sandy's eyes were brimming with tears, looking quite distressed.


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