He Said l Wouldn't Die, But After l Was Gone,He Fell Apart

At eight months pregnant, I went into early labor. I died on the operating table.

I was rushed into the maternity ward with another pregnant woman.

“The water has broken for this patient; we need to proceed with surgery immediately. Contact the family to confirm signatures.”

“My husband is away on a business trip. I can sign for myself!”

I spoke through the pain, just as a man rushed over to the other woman’s side.

“Save her first! She has a weaker constitution!”

I recognized him immediately. Nathan Chase, my husband.