The Jilted Wife's Comeback: Saving My Son

through parenting magazines. She felt a slight movement

e o'clock. Her husband, Julian Sinclair, hadn't arrived yet

t click. A nurse entered, her smile professionally

ter was delayed by the weather out of D.C. He sends his d

ent, small but sharp, settled in her chest. She pushed it down. Juli

little tight. She took the glass, her

om felt heavier. She placed the water on the polished mahogany table besid

ep. A MMS from an unknown number popped up, dominating the

vet was Julian's suit jacket, a custom-tailored Tom Ford she had picked out for him herself. Its

ed out of Is

thud, but the glass itself shattered against the table leg. The sound was unnervingly

alright?" the nurse's voice

t, her voice a raw whispe

er fingers, stiff and numb, swiped dow

y to get my attention after we had a fight. He's promised me

divorced her, what would happen to her a

tons, as teenagers at a debutante ball, as adults at a gala, his arm possessively around her w

ognized her

very part of his life, I was there. You w

had built. She bit down on her lower lip, the pressure s

cy. Julian had done the honorable thing, the Sinclair thing. He had proposed. And she, after a lifetime of f

about Elmira afte

ncée, and Julian himself said the same. But his concern

, she wanted to ask him directly, but she was afraid that happiness might vanish, afraid she would

day cam

m in person whether th

g, pressed Julian

voicemail. The cool, autom

gripped the phone. The ringing stretched o

meone pi

rd it. A woman's light, musical

n. "Julian," she said, amazed at how steady her voice sounded.

than she had ever heard it. "Th

time. Of course, she knew that th

or Julian to accompany her to the prenatal checkup. Mea

where he was or with whom he was. Instea

"What happened? You want to know what happened? I kn

e words didn't make

ing to a venomous whisper, "is nothing but a complication

contraction so violent it stole her breath. She

ted, trying to force the w

ted from the background. Elmira's. "Julian,

t tell Elmira to be quiet.

commanded, his voice flat and fin

call wa

mplication. He thought she had cheated. It was

d accept that. But his own ch

out. She slid from the velvet couch, her knees hitting the floor hard. A

skin, staining the cream-colored carpet. But the physical pain was

, her vision blurring at the edges. A cold s

d frozen for a second, her face a

instinct taking over. "My baby," she gasped, he