An hour before my wedding, as I trembled with pain with our son still inside me, I heard my fiancé whisper the words that shattered everything: ‘I never loved her… this baby doesn’t change anything.’ My world went silent.
An hour before my wedding, I stood barefoot in the bridal suite of St. Andrew’s Chapel, one hand pressed against the small of my back and the other resting protectively on my swollen belly. At seven months pregnant, even standing still felt like work. My body was heavy, slow, constantly reminding me that another…
