Belated Love, No More Waiting

My husband Christian lives by his rigid timetable. When morning sickness made me late for our anniversary trip, he gave my jet seat to Natalie — again. Bleeding on the tarmac, I begged for help, yet he prioritized her airsickness over my threatened miscarriage. He even forged my signature to hand my mother‐inherited design to her. After losing our baby, I file for divorce. No more waiting for a man who never makes time for me.