Birth Night Betrayal

Synopsis

At two in the morning, my water broke, and I was staring blankly at Ethan's latest Snapchat message. "Vanessa's bathroom pipe burst, and her kid was so scared he got a fever. I'm going to help out. Won't be back tonight." Immediately after, an Instagram notification popped up, a red dot. From Vanessa. The photo showed a man's hand holding a wrench, fixing a pipe, sleeves rolled up, revealing a long, firm forearm. The watch I'd scrimped and saved to buy him gleamed under the light, a painful stab in my eyes. The caption: "So grateful to have you in this city. Leo's fever is down, and that back-view fixing the pipe? Hottest ever." The baby in my belly seemed to sense my emotions and kicked me hard. Sharp pain, accompanied by warm liquid, instantly gushed out, soaking the bedsheet. I panicked, my hands shaking violently as I dialed Ethan's number. The first call, hung up. The second call, still hung up. I wouldn't give up, desperately dialing a third time. Finally, it connected. What came through the earpiece wasn't an anxious inquiry,