Fractured Faith, Rekindled Affection

During a blizzard, three months pregnant, I waited for my husband to come and pick me up. But he never showed, and I ended up miscarrying.

The next day, I saw a post from his assistant, Qiana Lynch.

[Thanks to Dr. Miller’s amazing care, both my baby and I are doing great.]

The post included a picture of her ultrasound.

If this had been before, I would’ve lost it, yelling and making a scene. But this time, I just commented.

[Congratulations.]

I was done. I asked for a divorce.

He broke down, sobbing and begging on his knees for me to stay…

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A sudden blizzard hit and even the weather forecast urged everyone to head home early. By the time I realized how bad it was, it was already too late.

I checked my phone and saw a message from my husband, Jordan Miller, sent two hours ago. [It’s snowing hard out there. Wait for me. I’ll come pick you up.]

But two hours had passed, and Jordan was still nowhere to be seen. I packed up my things and called for an Uber.

The fact that he even offered to pick me up felt like he was just trying to make amends.

A few days ago, it was my mom’s birthday. Jordan had promised to go with me, but then claimed he had to work late and told me to go ahead without him.

My mom was thrilled when she heard he was coming. She cooked a huge dinner with all his favorite dishes. But he never showed.

He later told me he was swamped at work, but I knew he was lying.

I’d seen his assistant’s social media post. [Dr. Miller said it was not safe for me to watch a movie alone, so he insisted on coming with me. So happy.]

That night, we fought. I showed him the post and demanded, “My mom was so excited, waiting for you. And you? How do you explain this?”

He got defensive and snapped, “Caroline, why are you making such a big deal out of this? Your mom has a birthday every year. But she’s just a young girl, new to the city. What if someone harassed her? It’s not like it’s never happened before…”

He trailed off, realizing how weak his excuse was. Furious and embarrassed, he stormed off to the guest room.

We hadn’t spoken since.

It had been a week, and this was the first time Jordan had reached out.

I struggled to get a ride and ended up waiting at the office for over an hour with no word from him.

Growing anxious, I headed downstairs, calling Jordan over and over. The phone rang, but he didn’t pick up. Eventually, he just hung up on me.

Jordan didn’t want to talk to me.

Helplessness and fear started to take over as I hurried out, my thoughts in a panic. In my rush, I missed a step and fell. Sitting there on the cold ground, I felt a warm, wet sensation spreading.

Sweat drenched me. I knew then that I was losing the baby.

I called Jordan first, but he didn’t pick up. A few minutes later, he texted, [Take a cab home. Something urgent came up, and I can’t make it.]

Before I passed out, I somehow managed to call an ambulance.

When I woke up, it was already the next day.

The ambulance had arrived in time to save me, but the baby was gone.

I tried to wrap my head around it, but the grief was overwhelming. No one knew how much I had looked forward to this little life.

From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I’d been planning her future, imagining every moment of her growing up. I didn’t want to miss a single thing.

I checked my phone. No missed calls from Jordan.

I was about to call him, ready to share the heartbreaking news, when I saw an update from his assistant, Qiana, on social media.

[Thank you, Dr. Miller. Both my baby and I are doing great.]

Attached was a photo of a positive pregnancy test.

So that’s where he’d been all night, taking care of someone else’s child.