Waking up weak after an emergency C-section, I begged to see my newborn baby, only for the nurse to look away in tears. “Your husband gave explicit orders,” she whispered. “He said, ‘If the baby is a boy, save him. If it’s a girl, let her die on the table.'” My heart shattered into a million pieces-until the doctor walked in, looked right at my husband, and dropped a bombshell that turned his face completely pale…
bedside table. It was a lengthy, rambling text message from Preston.
Lydia, please. You are completely misinterpreting a moment of extreme trauma. I panicked. There was so much blood, and I was terrified of losing the baby. The doctors were intimidating. Please, let me explain. You can’t throw away our marriage over a misunderstanding.
