My Wife Had a Baby for Her First Love. I Applied to Join Doctors Without Borders and Never Looked Back.

The day my wife gave birth to a child for her terminally ill first love, her parents hired ten security guards to stand outside the delivery room.

But even as the delivery ended, I didn’t show up to make a scene.

Her mother held her hand, comforting her.

“Sarah, don’t worry. As long as we’re here, he won’t get within ten feet of you.”

“Your dad’s stationed at the hospital entrance too. If he dares to come here and stop you from having this baby, we’ll call the police!”

Sarah, pale and exhausted, nodded weakly, but her eyes kept darting toward the elevator doors.