Payback for the Lost Baby

I was three months pregnant when I found a half-empty condom box in my husband Kevin’s car. I demanded a divorce immediately, not even knowing who the other woman was.

He begged on our porch for days. My best friend Brooke warned, "Men are unreliable. Let me set you up, and you should lose the baby—it’ll only hold you back." But I couldn’t. Each time I touched my growing belly, I softened.

We reconciled. Kevin changed—came home early, gave me his unlocked phone, even added a GPS tracker. My mother said a changed man is precious. I believed her.