Too Late, My Love Was Buried

Synopsis

My husband, Edward Pierce called to check in, as I got into a car accident. "Melanie's getting married today. I have to go," he said. I tried to hold back the pain in my stomach, my voice shaky. "Can you come with me to the hospital first? I just got rear-ended, my car hit—" Edward cut me off before I could finish, sounding annoyed. "Alright, I promised I'd be there for the family, and I'm keeping my word. "Only one last look at her. She's getting married anyway. What are you so afraid of? You don't need to pull these little tricks to keep me around." And with that, he hung up on me. When I was carried into the hospital, blood was pooling beneath me. For the miscarriage surgery, the hospital needed a family member to sign the consent form. I called Edward seventeen times, but he didn't answer any of them. On my phone, Edward, who never posts anything, had updated his feed for the first time. It read: [Not being with you is the biggest regret of my life, but all I want is for you to be happy.] In the photo, Melanie Summers wore a wedding dress and leaned against him with a blissful smile. They looked like the real newlyweds. After the surgery, I took a moment to compose myself, then had someone send the divorce agreement I'd signed four years ago to the courthouse.