Preterm Labor at Midnight, My Husband Waited for My Bestie’s Makeup

Late at night, my water broke preterm. My fiancé Chase dumped my hospital bag to help my bestie Mia wash her hair and do makeup — so she, the godmother, could hold my baby first for photos. He blocked the door: “I won’t leave if she doesn’t.” I cried out to my ex Cole. He signed my OR papers and cut our daughter’s cord. I woke to find Chase and I were never married. This time, I run to Cole, who waited, and leave the man who broke me in labor.