I took it and pressed play. The video showed Dexter washing the feet of a pregnant woman while his mom peeled fruit beside them.
I recognized the woman instantly. It was Elsa Wilder, Dexter's childhood friend.
The warmth and happiness radiating from the three of them was unmistakable, even in the short ten-second clip.
"Why… why would he do this to me?"
My chest heaved as I struggled to get the words out.
"Rachel! You're bleeding!"
"Doctor… doctor…"
It wasn't until Sara shouted that I realized I was spotting.
The doctor said the baby was already unstable, and my emotions had pushed things over the edge. I needed an emergency C-section.
As they wheeled me toward the operating room, I called Dexter and told him I was about to give birth and that he needed to come sign the consent forms.
Dexter hesitated for a moment before awkwardly saying, "Babe, I really can't leave right now. I have another meeting coming up. I'll be back tomorrow, okay?"
I hung up without a word.
In the end, my parents had to rush over to sign the forms.
I gave birth to a baby girl, but since she was premature, she had to stay in an incubator for a few days.
When I was out of the OR, I told Sara, "I'm getting a divorce.