While I lay unconscious in the ICU, mourning a miscarriage that shattered my world, my husband was living his best life—jet-setting with the woman he never stopped loving. I faded into the background of his life until he wanted a divorce.

Only then did he bother to ask about me. He didn’t even call me—he called my mother, demanding to know when I’d stop being “dramatic.” Her voice trembled with fury and heartbreak as she looked at my fragile body.

“Nora won’t bother you anymore,” she said coldly. “Is that what you wanted?”

While I lay unconscious in the ICU, mourning a miscarriage that shattered my world, my husband was living his best life—jet-setting with the woman he never stopped loving. I faded into the background of his life until he wanted a divorce.

Only then did he bother to ask about me. He didn’t even call me—he called my mother, demanding to know when I’d stop being “dramatic.” Her voice trembled with fury and heartbreak as she looked at my fragile body.

“Nora won’t bother you anymore,” she said coldly. “Is that what you wanted?”