I was soundly sleeping at thirty-four weeks pregnant when my husband’s frantic, nighttime shouts startled me. His reason destroyed my life, and by morning, I had no choice but to file for divorce.
My heart is heavy with grief as I wait for my kid to arrive. With two weeks to go until my due date, I can’t decide whether to get a divorce or welcome my little bundle of joy into the world. This is the tale of how one fateful night altered everything, and my name is Mary.
Daniel and I have been married for five years, and we have had a wonderful marriage, or so I believed.
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