“My daughter is unconscious—she’s pregnant! Please, hurry!”
A Flashing Screen
As we waited, my mind raced. Where was her husband, Ryan? My gaze fell on her phone lying nearby, its screen still glowing.
And what I saw there made my heart collapse inside me.
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Betrayal on Display
I swiped the screen, and my world caved in.
There was Ryan—on the deck of a luxury yacht, arms wrapped around another woman in a bright red swimsuit. In the next photo, he was on one knee, holding out a small box with a ring, fireworks bursting behind him as people cheered.
Beneath the photos, a cruel message read: “Your husband belongs to us now.”
That was the final blow—the one that sent Sophie crumbling.
A Race Against Time
Paramedics rushed in and lifted her onto a stretcher. I stumbled after them, barely able to keep up.
At the hospital, the doctors’ voices were urgent: “Emergency C-section. The mother is in a coma. The baby’s premature and will need an incubator.”
