My husband forced me to run every morning to lose the baby weight, driving behind me to make sure I never stopped—until what his mother did next left him begging for forgiveness.

I turned around.

“What are you doing?” Ryan called from the car.

“I’m done,” I said, my voice trembling from the pain.

“You’ve just started! Keep going.”

I stared at him, sitting in his car.

It was bad enough that he was forcing me to go against my doctor’s orders.

But how far was he going to take this?

“Ryan, I can’t—”

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