He Learned to Love Me After I Died

Pregnancy three months in, I was in a severe car accident.

I called my husband, Ethan, but he simply condemned me impatiently:

"Lily, will you ever quit with the theatrics? Inventing a car accident just to get me to come home? Seriously?"

Just as the call was about to disconnect, I heard him turn and say to another woman:

"Don't worry, darling, it's just a scratch. The doctor will be right here."

The searing pain ripped through my abdomen, and a sudden, warm gush drained the last bit of heat from me.

Our baby was gone.

I was too greedy.