He Buried Me For Her Dog

Synopsis

On the way to the hospital to give birth, my husband, Asher Blackwell, suddenly took a phone call. He claimed it was an emergency, so even though my water had already broken, he left me on the side of the road and told me to get a cab myself. While I was trying to flag down a ride, I was hit by a truck driver who had fallen asleep at the wheel. It was an instant death. Both my unborn child and I were gone. When my mom came to collect my body, she broke down so many times she nearly fainted from grief. At that very moment, Asher's first crush, Grace Holloway, posted an update on Twitter: [Our baby girl almost didn't make it. Thank God you showed up in time. Thank you for making me feel safe. I'm truly, truly happy.] The post included a photo of their fingers interlocked, and a French bulldog lying in a pet hospital birthing room, having just delivered puppies. After I was sent to the funeral home, my mom, exhausted and heartbroken, dragged herself to Asher's place and used sign language to ask why he had abandoned me. He couldn't even pretend to care, slamming the door in her face and saying, "She was such an independent woman. She could've handled giving birth on her own. But Grace has depression. Without me, she'd die."