My Husband Took The Only Car Out Of A Wildfire Evacuation Zone With His Mother And His Mistress Inside. I Was Six Months Pregnant, Standing In The Smoke, Begging Him Not To Leave Me

better than he was.

“Natalie,” he said quietly enough that only I could hear, “you have no idea what you’re doing.”

I tightened my grip on June’s stroller.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

His gaze moved toward the baby.

It was the first time he truly looked at her.

“Is that—”

“No,” I said.

His eyes returned sharply to mine.

“You don’t get to ask that like continue reading …