Stephen Went Mad The Day I Died

Synopsis

On our anniversary, I spent all day cooking the perfect candle-lit dinner, only to find Stephen at the hospital, babysitting Susan, the one he truly loved. "Gina, Susan's raising that kid alone. It's rough," he said. I'd heard that excuse a thousand times. Then came the crash. I lay pinned in the wreck, dialing his number over and over. It rang till voicemail every time. Meanwhile, he was scooping Susan into his arms, racing her toward another ambulance. 'Why, Stephen? When it was life or death, you still chose her...' I screamed it inside my head. The next thing I knew, I woke up, back on my birthday, months before it all went wrong. I stared at the cake and the spread on the table and let out a cold laugh. Not this time. No more waiting, no more excuses. I would file for divorce, and from then on, I would live my own life.