My Freedom, His Regret

The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan.

I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope.

I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered.

This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child.