My husband ignored my emergency C-section to celebrate with his first love—four days later, one nurse’s quiet sentence made him realize he’d lost everything

was bleeding.

She had called him.

His mouth went dry.

“You,” he said.

Lauren looked at him without surprise.

“Mr. Carter.”

“Where is my wife?”

Lauren held his gaze. “She asked that no personal information be released to you beyond what hospital policy requires.”

Mark blinked. “What?”

“She amended her contact permissions before discharge.”

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