Racheal’s breath hitched as she was left there, alone and forgotten. The injustice of it all was suffocating.

Tears streamed down her face, not just from the physical pain but from the crushing weight of Victor’s betrayal. He had chosen Evelyn without a second thought, as if Racheal and her baby were nothing more than an afterthought, expendable.

“How could he do this?” she thought, her mind a swirl of anger, hurt, and disbelief. “I’m here too. I’m in pain too. Our baby needs help too.” But her pleas were drowned out by the sterile beeps and bustling footsteps around her. No one was listening. No one cared.

She gritted...