It All Ends the Same
While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip. Â
He even posted a selfie with her on social media. Â
I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office. Â
When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort. Â
âAre you sure you donât want to notify the babyâs father? The surgeon asked me. âAfter this surgery, you wonât ever be able to have children again.âÂ
I closed my eyes.Â
âHeâs dead to me.âÂ