The Overlooked Wife
On our fifth wedding anniversary, I discovered I was two months pregnant.
I wanted to surprise Owen Reed with the news. However, on my way home with the gift-wrapped ultrasound report, I got caught in a street shootout.
A stray bullet tore into my abdomen. Right as I collapsed on the pavement, writhing in pain, Owen appeared out of nowhere. He had told me he was away on business and would not be home until evening, but here he was, frantically shoving through the crowd.
He ran right past me and toward a woman up ahead.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you." His voice was soft, gentler than I had ever heard it.
He swept her up in his arms and disappeared down the street, surrounded by bodyguards.
He never saw me. I was barely three feet away, bleeding out on the ground.
When I woke up in the hospital, my baby was gone. That was when I knew I was done with this marriage.