My Husband Abandoned Me to Save His Childhood Friend's Do

I was in labor with twins—my second pregnancy—and it was a difficult birth. With the last bit of my strength, I called my husband, Franco, the so-called "renowned gynecologist" who should have been by my side.

What I heard on the other end wasn’t comfort—it was barking. A chorus of panicked howls.

His voice was cold and distant. "I'm performing a C-section on Leanna's dog. There are eight lives in her belly. You’ve only got two."

Then, with a scoff, he added, "What, you can’t give birth without me? Leanna has depression. If her dog dies, she won’t survive either."