Chapter 1

On my way to a prenatal checkup, I got caught in a massive snowstorm.

Eight months pregnant, I was trapped on the highway when my water suddenly broke.

I immediately called my husband, a traffic police captain.

But he barked into the phone:

"Everyone's waiting for the roads to clear. Just wait your turn."

While my baby died from oxygen deprivation in my womb and I nearly bled to death, his female friend Sienna was posting a video on social media:

"Almost missed my idol's concert and cried my eyes out! Lucky I had a cop friend to help. One siren blast and all the cars parted—so cool!"

In the video, he rode his official motorcycle, driving the wrong way and running red lights, all to get Sienna to her idol.

I spent three days in the emergency room before he finally showed up with a bag of discounted diapers:

"Rain, stop being so dramatic. I looked it up online—water can't break at eight months. You probably just peed yourself from being too nervous."

"If Sienna had missed that concert, it would've been a lifelong regret. On your due date, I'll definitely break protocol and clear the road for you."

I looked down at my stomach that still hadn't gone down, and laughed bitterly.

That day would never come. We were done.