He, lying beside his lover with one arm draped around her and his phone against his ear, answered coldly: “If the baby’s a girl, I’m not raising her. I won’t bring another burden into my house. Go stay with your parents.” Then he ended the call.
The next day, when he returned home, the life he thought he owned was no longer his.
That night, relentless rain pounded the rooftops of Seattle.
Strong winds rattled the windows of the old brick buildings in Capitol Hill, and on the fourth floor of a narrow apartment building, Emily bent forward in pain, one hand clutching her swollen belly as another contraction gripped her body.
She struggled to breathe. Her phone sat on the kitchen counter. With shaking hands, she dialed her husband’s number.
“Jason… Jason, it’s happening.
The contractions are closer now. Please come. I’m scared…”
There was silence for a moment.
Then his voice came through, flat and annoyed.
“You can’t be serious. I already told you—if it’s another girl, don’t expect me to stay. I’m not raising a second disappointment.”
“You’re saying that while your child is being born?” Emily cried, her voice breaking.
“I’m busy.
Handle it yourself.”
The call ended.
For a moment she stared at the silent phone. Then another wave of pain forced a cry from her lips. She stumbled into the hallway, gripping the railing to steady herself.
Her cry reached Mrs.
Thompson, the elderly widow who lived downstairs. Within minutes, the older woman rushed upstairs, saw Emily’s pale face, and immediately called for an ambulance.
As paramedics carried Emily down the narrow staircase on a stretcher, Jason was nowhere near Seattle.
He was in a luxury hotel room in Aspen, stretched across white sheets with a glass of bourbon in his hand. Next to him lay Brittany, his young assistant, smiling playfully.
“Don’t you feel bad?” she teased.
“Lying to your pregnant wife like that?”
“She’s weak. No ambition. No energy.
You’re different. When you give me a son, I’ll leave everything for you.”
He said it casually, as though such promises meant nothing.
Meanwhile, Emily endured hours of exhausting labor. Just before sunrise, a baby girl was born—small and delicate, but breathing strong.
They named her Grace.
Shortly after the birth, Emily slipped into unconsciousness from exhaustion.
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