"It's not possible", he cried with disbelief. "She can't be pregnant."

I felt for him, he was the love of my life and now I was going to lose him to another woman who's pregnant with his child.

He couldn't face me and he walked out of the room. I held back no matter how badly I wanted to run to him and comfort him. It was not my place to do so anymore.

I walked to her, the woman pregnant for him, placed my hands on her shoulder and comfortingly told her, "I'll speak to him, I promise you won't deal with this alone."

She nodded in relief and I walked out of the hospital room to go look for my husband. Could I even call him that anymore?

It took a while for me to locate him, but I found him on...