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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

Ethan returned home in the evening, exhausted.


Upon realizing the house was still empty, his expression soured.


He checked his phone and saw our chat, with his morning message being the last one.


A sense of frustration overcame Ethan, as if something was constricting his throat.


He loosened his tie, allowing himself a moment of relief as he breathed more easily.


Ethan then sent me another message on his phone.


[Yolanda, quit playing games. Did you know Chris scolded me today? Are you feeling proud that someone's got your back?]


[I'm warning you for the last time. If you don't return now, don't bother coming back at all.]


I sat beside Ethan, amused as I watched him glare at his phone.


Previously, I had always tried to mediate between Chris and Ethan to prevent conflicts, taking the blame myself.


Yet Ethan repeatedly demeaned and insulted me.


Now that I was gone, he couldn't handle it.


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