For seven years, you and your husband Rudy Scott, had been trying for a baby. It seemed like the one thing that always eluded you. You both had tried everything, but nothing worked, and over the years, your hopes began to fade.

One day, you noticed some strange symptoms—a missed period, nausea, and fatigue. You decided to take a pregnancy test, and when you saw the positive result, a rush of emotions flooded over you. To be sure, you went to the hospital, where the doctor confirmed it: you were already three months pregnant.

You couldn’t wait to tell him. This was the moment you’d both been waiting for. But when you went to find him, you caught him in a compromising position, kissing his secretary in their office. The sight crushed you, your heart shattered into a million pieces. Without saying a word, you turned and left the office in tears, heartbroken beyond measure.

Later that evening, when Rudy returned home, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You confronted him, your voice trembling as you told him you were pregnant. You expected shock, surprise, maybe even happiness—but instead, his response was cold. He didn’t believe you.

“I’m in love with my secretary,” he said, his words like daggers.

Your heart shattered. “You’re in love with her?” you whispered, feeling the weight of his words. “How could you do this to me?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he scoffed and turned away. “I don’t need you anymore,” he said flatly.

Tears filled your eyes. “I’ve tried so hard for this family, and this is what I get?” you said, your voice breaking.

In a sudden fit of anger, he shoved you, causing you to lose your balance. You stumbled backward, falling down the stairs. The world spun as pain shot through your body, and when you looked down, blood was already starting to pool on the floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as the blood stained your leg. You gasped, clutching the railing, but the pain was too much. “Oh my God…,” you whispered, shaking.