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I had been married to Trevor Holt for three years, and my stomach was covered in needle marks from all the attempts to get pregnant. On the day of my prenatal checkup, his first crush, Celeste Quill, called me in tears, saying her dog was lost. My abdomen twisted in unbearable pain, and I held onto him desperately, but he shrugged me off. "It's a checkup, not childbirth. How long are you going to act like this?" I lay alone on the cold examination table, watching my child turn into a puddle of blood. Late that night, he sent a message. [We found the dog. Stop making a scene.] I replied: [Let's get a divorce.] Trevor had no idea that the life lost that day wasn't just the child, but also the heart that had once loved him.