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and low, doubling me over the kitchen sink. I called Julian once — not because I needed him, but because our son deserved to have proof that I had tried.
My Husband Left Me in the Delivery Room—Minutes After My Son Was Born, the Doctor Saw His Face and Revealed a Shocking Secret
He answered on the fifth ring.
“What?”
“I’m in labor.”
Silence. Then I heard Eleanor’s voice in the background: Do not go there.
Julian sighed. “Call an ambulance.”
“My insurance was canceled.”
