My husband abandoned me on the roadside during childbirth to join his parents on a vacation. He laughed off my pleas, saying I could handle the hospital trip solo

In this unbelievable situation, David said, I can’t believe this. We were supposed to be on a family trip. Just go to the hospital by yourself.

I was too shocked to say anything as I called out to David. Wait, how can you leave me here like this? He drove away, leaving me behind. Feeling overwhelmed, I quickly dialed for an ambulance.

When someone approached, asking, Lisa, are you okay? It was Sarah looking concerned. Sarah immediately recognized my predicament and arranged for a special taxi, comforting me throughout. Grateful for her kindness, tears streamed down my face.

Soon after, I safely arrived at the hospital, thanks to Sarah’s help. On the way, she held my hand and cheered me up, staying by my side until I was taken to my room. While being transferred, I made a silent vow.

I will make him pay for this. Even as labor pains grew, Sarah kept holding my hand. Furthermore, she contacted my parents, who soon arrived at the hospital and looked deeply concerned.

Sarah whispered to them, there’s something I want to discuss. The three then left the room. As the labor pains intensified, my smartphone vibrated from a corner of the room.

Who is it? I asked, and my parents responded with David’s name. They looked displeased, but I took the call anyway. As soon as I answered, I heard a panicky David, help me.

However, I was in no state or mood to converse with him and promptly ended the call. Despite my parents turning off my phone, David continued to send messages. As labor intensified, I was finally moved to the delivery room.

After enduring the pain for some time, I finally heard my baby’s cries. Exhausted, I saw my parents and Sarah standing before me with warm smiles. Relieved, I closed my eyes and rested.

When I woke up after a few hours of sleep, I found myself lying in the hospital bed. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed my parents sitting next to me, their faces filled with concern. Are you okay? My mother asked gently, still feeling the weight of exhaustion.

I couldn’t muster the energy to sit up. While my father looked teary-eyed, my mother consoled him, saying the postpartum period can be exhausting. Witnessing this heartwarming scene, a smile formed on my face.

How’s the baby? I inquired. My parents informed me that the baby was undergoing some tests, but would be back in the room soon. However, I noticed Sarah wasn’t present.

Responding to my unspoken question, my mother remarked, Sarah left a little while ago. Thinking about how things might have turned out had Sarah not been there, a feeling of gratitude settled over me. I made a promise with my parents that after being discharged, I would visit Sarah to express my gratitude.

Turning on my smartphone to inform my friends about the birth, I was met with an overwhelming number of missed calls, mostly from David. The sheer number left me momentarily stunned, but I felt no hope or expectation from his calls. So I closed the notifications without hesitation.

One of my friends visited the hospital room to congratulate me on the birth. As she rejoiced and extended her genuine wishes, I opened up about the recent incidents with David. After hearing the story, she expressed both shock and anger, half-jokingly saying she’d like to punish him a bit.

But she also emphasized that my health and rest were paramount, chatted with me for a while, and then left. My parents, already briefed by Sarah about the whole episode, asked, What are you planning to do next? I shared my thoughts about my relationship with David and told my parents I’m considering divorce. They respected my decision and provided their support.

Upon my discharge, I planned to stay at my parents’ house, where they had prepared a room for me. Meanwhile, David seemed to have visited the hospital, but as I had informed the hospital staff that I didn’t wish to see him, he wasn’t allowed in. The next day, Sarah came to my hospital room holding a fruit basket.

Sarah, you came! I exclaimed with delight. You seem to be recovering well, but remember not to overexert yourself. Postpartum fatigue can be quite profound, she advised…