My Husband Abandoned Me on the Operating Table

Austin was supposed to be the perfect, doting husband.

We had been married for seven years. To give him a child, I endured over a hundred hormone injections and went through hell.

Today was our final embryo transfer. Before I went into the operating room, he kissed my forehead and promised he wouldn't leave my side.

But when I was wheeled out, fighting through the pain, the hallway was completely empty.

The nurse looked at me with pity. She said my husband had taken a phone call and rushed off in a hurry.