"Daphne Henson, trust me. All I want right now is to have a baby with you. A happy little family of three. So stop making things hard for Kathy."
I chose to give him one last chance.
Three months later, Louis came with me for a prenatal checkup. A fire broke out in the hospital.
I was still on the ultrasound table when he abandoned me to rescue Kathy Hughes, who was having her own checkup in the next room.
"Kathy's pregnant too, and she's more fragile than you. I need to get her out first!"
While Louis carried Kathy toward the exit, I collapsed on the floor and was trampled by the stampeding crowd.
He didn't even glance back. His foot came down hard on my lower abdomen.
The baby was gone.
And so were we.
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By the time a stranger helped me to the hospital entrance, Louis had already disappeared.
My abdomen was badly injured. Blood kept soaking through.
Out of habit, I called Louis for help. Before I could get a word out, his impatient voice cut in:
"Daphne, why do you have to be so needy? Just take a cab home. Why do you need me? Kathy just had a terrible scare. I'm taking her to see a doctor."
Then I heard Kathy's voice in the background: