The doctors saved my baby’s life, but I later discovered my husband had signed papers choosing her over me while I was unconscious. As I dug deeper into this betrayal, I uncovered a web of lies that would change our lives forever.
I never thought I’d be here, holding my baby girl and feeling like my world was falling apart. Tim and I had been together for ten years, trying to start a family for most of that time. We’d been through so much together, and there would be so much more to come.
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“Remember when we first started trying?” I asked Tim one night, early in my pregnancy. We were curled up on the couch, his hand on my barely-there bump.
He nodded, smiling. “You were so excited. You bought all those pregnancy tests in bulk.”
“And you said I was being ridiculous,” I laughed.
“Well, you kinda were,” he teased, kissing my forehead.
But that excitement faded with each negative test, and each doctor’s appointment left us with more questions than answers. Then came the miscarriages. Three of them, each one leaving us more broken than the last.
After the third one, I was ready to give up. “Maybe we’re not meant to be parents,” I told Tim through tears.
He held me close. “We’ll keep trying. As long as it takes.”
And finally, it happened. The two pink lines we’d been waiting for appeared. We were cautiously optimistic at first, but as the weeks passed and everything looked good, we allowed ourselves to hope.
The pregnancy was perfect. No morning sickness, no complications. We decorated the nursery, picked out names, and dreamed about our future as a family of three.
But when it was time to give birth, something went wrong. I remember the pain, the panic in Tim’s eyes, and then… nothing. I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. My eyes fluttered open, and there she was, lying in a bassinet next to my hospital bed. Tim was there too, his eyes red and puffy.
“You’re awake,” he said, his voice cracking. “I thought I’d lost you.”
I tried to sit up, but everything hurt. “What happened?” I asked.
“There were complications during the birth,” Tim explained. “You lost consciousness. But you’re both okay now.”
I nodded, still foggy. The next couple of days were a blur of nurses, doctors, and learning how to care for our daughter. We named her Lily, after my grandmother.
On the third day, I felt strong enough to get out of bed. A nurse helped me into a wheelchair and pushed me out into the hallway. Just then she was called away by a doctor, so she said she’d be back to take me to the bathroom.
While I waited, I noticed some papers on a nearby desk. My last name caught my eye, so I rolled closer to take a look.
My blood ran cold as I read the document. It was a form authorizing the doctors to prioritize the baby’s life over mine if it came down to a choice.
And there was Tim’s signature at the bottom.
I heard his voice coming from a room a little way down the hallway. “And what do you want from me? Yes, she survived, but I signed the paper as you said. Isn’t it enough?!”
I pushed the door open, my hands shaking. Tim was talking to my nurse, Vivian.
“You?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s going on here? I heard everything. Is this really happening, or am I dreaming?”
Vivian turned to face me, looking startled. Then she smirked. “Oh, didn’t expect to see you up and about so soon.”
Tim’s face went pale. “Honey, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Then what is it, Tim?” I demanded. “Explain to me why you signed that paper and what she’s doing here.”
Vivian sighed, crossing her arms. “We had an affair a long time ago. But when you got pregnant, he didn’t leave you as he promised me he would.”
I stared at them, my mind reeling. “Tim, what’s she talking about? What affair?”
Tim’s face paled. “Aria, I… it was a long time ago. Before you got pregnant.”
“And the papers?” I pressed, my voice barely a whisper.
Vivian smirked. “Should I tell her, or do you want to?”
“Tell me what?” I demanded, looking between them.
Tim stammered, “During the birth… there were complications. I had to make a choice.”
“A choice?” My stomach churned. “What kind of choice?”
Vivian stepped forward. “He chose the baby, Aria. Over you.”
I felt the room spin. “Is that true, Tim?”
Tim’s silence was deafening.
“Why?” I choked out.
Vivian’s eyes gleamed. “Because I told him to. And now…”
“Now what?” I gripped my wheelchair, dreading the answer.
I gripped the arms of my wheelchair, fury rising in my chest. “You think I’ll let this go? You think you can get away with this?”
“Oh, what are you going to do?” Vivian mocked. “You should be grateful you’re alive. You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me.”
I wanted to scream, to throw something, to make them both feel as awful as I did. But I knew I needed to be smart about this.
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