Husband Chooses His Mistress

The earth trembled beneath us as we cuddled in the warmth of our cabin. Dean's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, and I felt his body tense beside mine.

"It's Piper again," he muttered, his eyes scanning the message. The color drained from his face. "There's been an earthquake where she's staying. She's trapped."

I placed a protective hand over my swollen belly, feeling our baby kick as if sensing my sudden anxiety. "That's terrible. When rescue teams get there—"

"I have to go to her," Dean interrupted, already on his feet, grabbing his jacket.

The words didn't register at first. "Go to her? Dean, we're hours from anywhere, and I'm seven months pregnant."

"She needs me, Em." His voice had changed, carrying an urgency I'd never heard before – not even when we'd discovered I was pregnant. "She's alone and scared."

"And I'm not?" My voice trembled as I struggled to stand. "We're in the middle of nowhere. You can't just leave us."

Dean paused by the door, his hand on the knob, conflict flashing across his face. For a moment, I thought he would stay. Then his phone buzzed again.

"I'll send someone for you. I promise." His eyes wouldn't meet mine. "I have to do this."

I followed him outside to the car, my heart pounding painfully. "Dean, please. Think about what you're doing. Think about our baby."

He was already behind the wheel. "I'll make it up to you, Em. I'll fulfill all ninety-nine wishes twice over when I get back."

The tires spun in the gravel as he accelerated down the narrow mountain road, leaving me standing alone in the dust. I watched in disbelief as the car swerved dangerously around the bend, Dean's desperation to reach Piper overriding all caution.

Then I heard the crash.

The sound echoed through the valley – metal against rock, followed by silence. My blood turned to ice as I began to run, one hand supporting my belly, the other reaching for my phone.

No signal.

By the time I reached the curve, Dean's car was gone. He hadn't crashed – he'd simply taken the turn too fast, scraping against the mountainside before continuing his reckless descent.

He had left us. Truly left us.

The first contraction hit as I stumbled back toward the cabin. Sharp, vicious pain that doubled me over on the road. Too early. Much too early.

"No, baby, please," I whispered, lowering myself to the ground. "Not now. Not here."

Another contraction ripped through me, and I felt wetness between my legs. Blood. Too much blood.

I don't know how long I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness as my body betrayed me, as our child fought and lost its battle to stay within me. The sun had begun to set when headlights finally appeared on the road – not Dean returning, but strangers in an SUV who found a bleeding, half-conscious woman cradling her belly.

"Hospital," I managed to