My MIL shoved me into the pool, screaming, “Her pregnancy is fake!” I couldn’t swim and blacked out. At the hospital, the doctor whispered, “Your baby is fine, but your husband filed for divorce while you were asleep.” Before I could speak, my husband walked in arm-in-arm with my sister…

Chicago transfer.”

I stared at him, my mind short-circuiting. “What transfer?”

He looked utterly destroyed. “Corporate offered me a regional director position in Chicago. Three months ago.”

The linoleum floor seemed to dissolve beneath my hospital bed. “You were contemplating relocating our entire lives?”

“I hadn’t made a final decision.”

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