I lost it. I tried to get out of bed, tried to get to the delivery room.
He held me down by the shoulders, saying sorry over and over.
Then the nurses came. The doctors came. Every single one of them told me the same thing: the baby was gone.
Too small. They couldn't save him.
I didn't believe them.
I begged them to let me see him, just once.
No one would let me.
David said he'd already taken care of everything.
"Don't think about it anymore. It's not good for your recovery."
I spent the next year trapped in postpartum depression.
He stayed by my side every single day. He even handed the company over to a professional manager just to take care of me.
Everyone said he was a wonderful husband.
My phone buzzed.
A message from Shen Yi.
That woman's name is Corinne Henson. Don't do anything yet. Give me three days to dig up the full picture.
I deleted the message and looked up.
David was sitting across from me, watching.
"What's wrong? Doesn't taste good?"
"It's fine."
That evening, a friend request popped up on my phone.
The note read: Mr. Delgado's assistant... Corinne Henson.