Seven Months Pregnant, Left At A Service Area

Synopsis

I sat in the passenger seat, my belly protruding in the seventh month of my pregnancy. At the highway service area, my husband suddenly dropped me off, saying, "Take a break. I need to pick someone up." I asked who it was. He replied impatiently, "A female coworker. It's on the way." I stood there in the service area, watching as he drove away. Two hours later, he returned with a dainty female colleague. When he noticed the deserted area and a new text notification on his phone, he was dumbfounded.